“I fit...” he wiggled eyebrows just twice with a smirk.  There was no mistaking that at all.<br/><br/>Ilion was right about Urudal not speaking their same tongue.  The giant tried to learn as much of the common language as he could, but with machines to do it for you, much of it didn’t stick.   His native tongue was much easier for him but it was a scary and angry sound.<br/><br/>He sat down, those massive legs hung off the edge as looked over the landscape before him. “Beautiful.  Can you scan?  Lakes?  My systems are down.  Doubt any will function.  Much work.”<br/><br/>Urudal stroked his chin and winced as his fingers touched the gash. He drew back his fingers and looked at the thick red on them.  It was already drying but he accidentally pulled it open again.   He looked down to asses the rest of his body, but quickly got distracted and started looking over Ilion’s instead.   Tall-ish... lithe beautiful markings and gorgeous white hair.  He wanted to pull it.