To Akilah's question, Narkissos made a slight chuckle. "<span style="color: indigo">Well, it's a dangerous place if you don't know what you're doing, though that can be said of nearly anywhere.</span>"<br/><br/>With some dramatic handwaves, the Azurian fellow told his tales, of things he'd heard from the natives of the Second World. "<span style="color: indigo">Snakes nearly as long as a mast is tall, large enough to crush and swallow a sheep whole swim about in the rivers, and some hang from the trees. Large cats, with golden fur as soft as velvet and covered in ebony spots lurk about the branches, waiting for the perfect moment to snap up what meal was foolish enough to cross it that day.</span>" His motions were getting all the more pronounced as he continued, "<span style="color: indigo">But the colors! Oh, the colors! The entire place is nothing but green, red, blue and yellow in every shade, every which where. Some of the most beautiful birds I've ever seen reside in the massive forests. But,</span>" he added, holding up one finger, "<span style="color: indigo">there are the smaller things, those that would rather not be noticed by the eyes of man. Ankaboot is one of them.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: indigo">Yes, the Second World is dangerous,</span>" Narkissos concluded, "<span style="color: indigo">but the marvel of it is worth the risk, even for but a glimpse of the area's divine beauty. Even Ankaboot, as friendly as she may be to some, is still dangerous in her own way. She is still not as dangerous as many other things out there, though.</span>" He gave a chuckle. "<span style="color: indigo">If we ever happen to cross the ocean, I warn you to never piss in the river. You will sorely regret it.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>