“Nectar, hmmm.” Tortetart smiles, and gives a soft chuckle. “I like that.”

 Although Ankre is unaware of the jest, the brothers Tortetart is referring to, we’re massive pains in his shell for several years. Naming his donkey after both at once, seems a fine time after all. 

“I’m sure all will be revealed to you soon enough. Have you ever found out if there were other survivors from that day? Maybe they found a heavenly benefactor as well!?”