[b][Park Entrance - East][/b] (Alba) (Cecil) [i](Kyle)[/i] (Lino) [u][i](Grun)[/i][/u] Grun folded his arms after he had finished cleaning himself, listening to the young man speak. [i]What did he say? "Nosta Vakhal" Was that some form of Dwarvern, perhaps? Maybe he thinks I can speak it, being one myself.[/i] he thought over the man's next words. Grun never learned to speak the dwarvern language, having been taken away at such a young age. He did know how to read a little dwarvern from some of his father's findings, but he could never figure out what most of it meant, just like the human language he read. "No, no no help. I'm just here to get away... such troubling thoughts back home, it's nice to get away." he said, looking over the young man closer. He thought again the strange apparel, but gave up quickly after thinking it may just be his own thoughts once again. He then thought back to his tank stranded out from where he had come, slightly afraid of what might happen to it sitting alone out there. "Wait... actually, there might be a favor you could help me with." he said, unfolding his arms and looking up at the man with a renewed face. "I had run into a little trouble on my way here, stranding my ride out in a river, along with most of my personal belongings. Perhaps you know of someway I could dry it out and get it going again, maybe after a short break here? I haven't gotten out very much as of lately, so my legs are like slime." he explained. "It may also help if we gather a few extra hands... my ride is a bit heavy for a measly two pair!" he laughed at the thought of himself and a young human pushing his large 'ride' out of the water. "A pulley system might be handy as well, unless you happen to have a means of making us breath underwater."