Chapitre 373: Hungry Land

Captain Duncan had us dropped off at a shallow rise at the base of one of the hills.

"Rhishi! If you're going to climb so fast, throw me a rope."

"I don't HAVE a rope." I said.

"Then get back here and help me climb!" she insisted.

Don't ask me; she had Agility, she had claws; I've seen her climb before without issue. I was carrying the heavy luggage, some of it not even in inventory. Yet there we were, struggling up the slope until the grade became more shallow.

But the sort of things she said along the way, and the fact that she kept trying to kick me in the eyeball, proved that it was her, and not some doppelganger.

We actually made it ten feet further in before the first of the kobolds addressed us from the trees.

"What language is that?" Kismet asked.

I shrugged. "Some derivative of ancient Malosian. I thought learning Malosian would help with Koboldese, but it's just garbled noises to me." <1>