Before the half-elf could reply, Vlor overheard the child-like elfling question what these "fish" exactly were. The Orc had just as much of an idea as the girl...or woman. Both? Childlings were a little out of Vlor's current understanding. Beings who live and age but never grow or show the wear of time. Another thing to learn and try and grow accustomed to. Actually, he did remember something. Old tales and rumor that finally clicked in his mind.

"The elders of my clan once told children stories passed down generation after generation about things like these," Vlor replied back, keeping his tone low and calm but hinting the muse of realization. He found that he scared elven and human children easily. "Orcs have never had a name for them, until now it seems. They said that these 'fish' dug through The Lake's of Gods and long roads of water before The Sands stretched to the horizons. There were millions of them. Uncountable by man, elf, or Orc. Hopefully this store we are after will have big meaty ones for a true feast."

He turned from the elfling, looking past the one known as Niv and noticed what obviously was they're insect-man. The Tiefling woman had found him first, speaking generally of their future work and something known as "nachos". Vlor stepped to them, nodding to the woman and Anders.

"He known as Matthew Anders, I am Vlor Ral'gene," Vlor greeted, "The short wise one known as Blim has assigned you to our team of Dwellers to find supples and resources we can use to survive these damned sands. We are to ride back to the lost city of Nurenhaven and hopefully find a healthy supply of food for the tribe. Are you ready to join the hunt Anders?"