Dragoncrest Cliffs Alligatorfish

Swordfish chuckled but it was a tired and worn sound.

Yer gonna have to fight ‘em off, Quen.

It was nice to imagine it. It was nice to imagine anything other than the evil creature that had put them there. If he’d been any sharper, the redtail would have told the other boy that he was already unique. He didn’t need to get his rear end chewed off to confirm it, either. Part of him wondered if the other boy’s bits and pieces had been gobbled, as well. It might have something to do with his shift in tone, in personality. While Swordfish was not the life of the party, by any means… this was not the same Quennell.

We’ve had a lotta visitors, he mumbled. Swordfish thought of his family and of Quennell’s family. They were fortunate to have them, he thought without means to express it.