Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

tuna offers a crooked grin as she slaps on her orator's confidant voice. "akashingo looooves visitors," she begins to tell the other, "makin' connections an'all that's their way'o'life." a common shrug of the shoulders, in hopes to show she means her honesty, and perhaps brutal honesty at best.

"all yew gotta dew's make nice" she says to Dwin, "bring a gift'a somesorts, show'em yew mean'tah be allies 'r friends. bring yer company, any'one interes'ted 'an all that, we ain't picky." the palace would take those who showed respect, and tuna partially wonders about wayward guests who are here to do nothing but stir trouble and steal. perhaps she ought to speak to the crocodile king himself, khusobek, and explain her concerns later...

"akashingo's awf old blood, lah'nes of history, purity, and god'speak" (none of which H2O has forced herself to become educated on), "is'a old way, sh'ure, but is'their way awf doin' things. an' they like tha' idea of friends. those ta'h trade an' help; yew know how it is." chocolate eyes come to focus on her newfound friend. "that make any sense?" she now asks with a hopeful and light tone, head tilted as her ears brush against one another.