These lands were vindictive to the soul. Even without proof, it was natural for the lanky creature to assume Arex was not always this way. If this breakdown occurred recently, perhaps he could be returned, but for now, it was in his interests to inquire about his abnormal anatomy. Arex’s bio-enhancements rivaled his own in terms of composition, though they were much less subtle. It just did not make sense how he was forced into this type of situation. 

Stroking his chin, Sciaac opened his mouth to further question but within the man’s incoherent ramblings, he asked about a name vaguely familiar to the alien. That name, of course, was Karnorouri. The mention alone gave him tip of the tongue syndrome. Given Sciaac’s mental acumen, this was extremely uncharacteristic of him. His memory retention was off the charts. It was almost as if the thought of it had been wiped from his memory. He had to get answers, even by force if need be. His ship was not far.  However, that was certainly a place individuals did not want to go if in bad standing with Sciaac Bonaparte. 

“I'm afraid there's no "whiskey" or whatever you beings enjoy here that you speak of. That name you mention, however. In what way do you know this Karnorouri?”

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