Barrow Fields guzila

Even if he knew there was no way for him to know the words gol dolmora, he felt embarrassed once the enunciated english came out. He felt as though it should have been obvious. Ah, hello. He half mumbled half grumbled. Rokig was not frustrated with the stranger, more so with himself.

I'm Rokig. He introduced with hopes that perhaps it would be a smoother ride from here on out. Part of him wanted to question the sharp-bodied strangers (who are you? where are you going? what are you doing?) but he bit his tongue for now.