[b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; 299
Westhome: 88 | Middlehome: 152 Easthome: 54[/color][/b]


The Rokthani were startled at first when the Arsuron removed her mask, since they were under the impression that the mask was their face all along. The idea of placing objects over the face to act as a disguise of sorts was interesting.

"Ohhh, I'm glad you enjoyed those little darlings! There's plenty more where that came from. Lemme go scramble up a batch from somewhere. I'll be right back, loves!"
Meek's cooking was known as some of the worst of the region. When she brought out the selection of food, the others nearly had a collective heart attack out of fear that the visitors would be completely disgusted and either turn on them, or leave to never return. Thankfully, Arsuron pallets are considerably different than Rokthan. The woman gleefully slithered into a hole to retrieve more "food".

When Anrétt spoke to the Rokthan in the most cohesive way since their meeting, everybody was completely silenced. The younglings and elders alike were fixed on what they were saying. After a few seconds, the cogs turned in most of their heads and the intention was... mostly clear.
"Staying? Here?! With us?!"
"Yeeaaah! Tall one, tall one! Gonna stay!" says a young one spinning around in circles.
"They can't stay here! Where would it... how would they... we don't even..."
An elder speaks up. "Now, now, Duul. Where's your hospitality?"
"Hospitalit-... but Grandfather, can't you see the problem with this? They're far too large! The tunnels are too small, they wouldn't-"
The elder interrupts. "Then build a bigger burrow!"
"Wha-" the Rokthan's face goes from concerned to irritated. "...have you gone senile, old man? How are we supposed to dig a hole big enough for them before nightfall?"
"[i]I'll not be disrespected by the likes of you![/i]" says the elder, raising his voice. "You dig it like any other. By digging it. I suggest that we all get started now, lest our guest here find them self without any place to sleep tonight." He lowers his frills momentarily at the Arsuron as a show of respect, and speaks simply. "Us here, create dwelling for you. You welcome here! Hope for good future!"
The entire village pitches in to tunnel out a place for the visitor to stay underground.
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Upon hearing that Easthome was under some sort of attack, Shel wasted no time in organizing a party to counter the offensive. Eight warriors, clad in the finest leather armor, armed with simple metal fangs and spears, marched to the village as quickly as they could.
"I just hope that we're able to get there before it's too late..."

Meanwhile, in Westhome, the population is making considerable efforts in burrow insulation. The rainfall that curses this region has made it difficult to keep the shelter dry and strong. Experimentation has found that the water will simply slide off the sides if it's redirected with long leaves or other rigid objects. Structural support inside the buildings has also been found to be a wise solution. The trees of the region seem to be extremely useful tools for construction, but a more effective way of gathering the material than simply picking it up off the forest floor was being researched.

Methods of communication between villages were being considered. Attaching messages to birds and insects were a possibility, but there were issues on all sides. Catching them, attaching messages to them, and getting them to go where they needed to were all practically impossible.