He laughed and nodded.  A language exchange sounded fair, and it would give them something to focus their attention on, other than getting the hell off the planet.  He was a little concerned that he’d have a hard time pulling off the accent, though.  It was indeed very powerful, that foreign tongue, but he had a naturally low voice, one that had a bit of a rumbling purr to it sometimes, but never was it anything like Urudal’s.  He worried a little about sounding silly.<br/><br/>The giant of a man disappeared under the water for a moment, then came back up with that hair once again free.  The gesture that followed drew Ilion’s curiosity to the long and elegant ears.  Could Urudal feel them?  Were they sensitive?<br/><br/>“Hmm?”  He’d been staring, but maybe Urudal hadn’t noticed.  “You mean the lake?  Well.”  He glanced upward.  The sun was going to start frying him soon enough.  “I think we should probably get back to the ships soon.  The planet might not have intelligent life, but there’s got to be a lot of animals in a place so peaceful and green.”