Nahadnowen had barely touched his snail and tadpole soup when he noticed Alger approaching him, and was filled with dread. Seeing the naga eat a live rabbit had hardly improved his impression of their kind.<br/><br/>The lungfish knew it would do no good to reveal his fearful prejudice, and tried his best to appear outwardly calm.<br/><br/>"Oh, h-hello. You're the one from before; you opened that blasted door for me. Um, I don't think we've properly met. I'm Nahadnowen, or just Nahad." Already he was mentally cursing himself for being unable to stifle the nervous stuttering from his voice.