Hoshor Plains clown incoming

the mangy beast speaks in riddles that weave 'round arktos like a sickly fog; he immediately comes to the realization that he hates it. speak plain, straggler. growls the wrangler. perhaps he's too simple to understand the words that feel cleverly barbed..

or so, that is how arktos chooses to see it.

no, arktos snaps; to both. you got any useful skills 'sides pissin' me off?