[b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; 249[/color][/b]

The village was at a complete loss of what to do. The beings were clearly not immediately aggressive, but their overall intentions were not at all clear. A couple people in the back of the growing crowd could be heard muttering. "Are they holy figures?" "Where did they come from?" "What do we call them?"
When one of them put down the fruit, everyone went silent. After a few seconds of staring, a Rokthan slowly inched forward, followed by gasps in the crowd. "Hey, what are you doing?! You ditz, get back here!!" says one in a hushed tone. The Rokthan didn't listen and continued to go to the fruit, attracted by its alluring sugary smell. When he got to the melon, he looked up at the figures. Feeling confident enough, he licks the fruit. The entire crowd was wide-eyed and tense at this point. Just when the local village organizer was about to says something, two more Rokthan started sliding towards the fruit. "Uh-- ge- hey! HEY!!" says the organizer trying to herd the two from the tall figures. It was useless. Now there were three Rokthan licking the fruit without a care in the world. "Are you guys completely dense?! Bought out by a sugarfruit?! We don't even know who... or what these... things are!" shouts the organizer. Ignoring his words, the rest of the village begin to come closer to the beings. Curiosity takes over as the village begins chattering to them. "Who are you?" "Where did you come from?" "What are you wearing?" "Why are you so tall?" "Are you Ki'Kisk?"
"I can't believe what I'm seeing! This is absolutely disgraceful! Where are your self-preservation instincts?!" barks the organizer as he slithers away from the group back to the village center.

[@Nerevarine]