Nov 2, 2015 6:49 am
Thacogygax recognizes he had caused what sounded like an argument. He shakes his head mournfully. Back home he had always been the funny, lighthearted one. Decades of slavery and war had changed him. Add to that his difficulty with the language, and of course just his alien-ness, often caused...difficulties. He phrases his question as carefully as possible, "Croc-dyles...what are, please?"