Suulaa navigated between the dilapidated buildings and collapsing shacks, drawing ever closer to the Rough 'n Tumble. In his arms he carried a burlap sack containging his share of the garden's harvest. He had found that he had some skill in tending to plants, and spent much of his free time assisting the human, Dallas, in the Community Garden.<br/><br/>Arriving at his destination, Suulaa made his way to the bar and waited patiently along side a Crahg. He look to the looming creature, the tips of his fronds glowing an orange hue in greeting. Many of the citizens of the ciy thought Crahg as being simple, but Suulaa knew they were just slow. He didn't mind; he quite enjoyed their company, as other races often found the El's bioluminecent communication ponderous. It had been a long time since Suulaa had 'talked' with his leaves.