Faraji nodded understandingly at Sbatarra's denial of a mate. Not everyone was a person of strange tastes, after all. He puffed out his chest, pounded it once with his fist, and said, "Si inglata batobot sjek yth shilta nymuer dout relgr, hesi anyui geou qe swift vur j'nah."<br/><br/>He then continued by approaching a few different lizardfolk, some male, some female. From each of them Faraji took one of the few pouches that they held on them, and brought three bags to Sbatarra. "Vrrar oweri orn hrekimic, jiil oweri aurix hrekimic, vur vi cha'sid gliiwr di kethendic. Coi ui ti kiarf, shar yth shilta ergriff majak zyak kiarf." He then gestured in different directions. "Ekess wer ilache ui, lae wux vucot, Burland Rilark. coi tepohaic vi taoul lae algbo, vi lauth miles karifilt. haruhe di tenpiswo re wer Othi di Zaryt, vur Si advise wux ti ekess gethrisj mobi. phlita rekisixi reside persvek nomenes verthichai." He then waved a hand at the west, down the river. "Vur wux vucot svabol ui vhira persvek hesi swamp, vur putole batobot vi jennu ways ui wer marsh di wer vutha darastrix." Giving Sbatarra a wave, he then said, "Si charis yth tepoha coanwor di letoclo, vur ekess ocuir wux tenamalo. Veitrelg, thurirl."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>