Jun grumbled and groaned as he was rather rudely awoken, rubbing his eyes and smacking his lips. He could already taste the residue from his liquor the night before in his breath, and it did little to revitalize him.

[b][i]"Yare yare,"[/i][/b] the skirt chasing bookworm mumbled in his native tongue, yawning as he stretched his arms out, walking out of his sleeping quarters. [b]"Can't a lad get a little beauty sleep around these parts? The ladies don't flock to men with bags under their eyes.[/b]

[b][i]"Nani?[/i] Which part of the island to land at?"[/b] Jun sighed, a hand resting on his chin as he thought. [b]"Hmmmmmm...I vote for someplace cold, like a tundra. I don't have much experience in locales like that, so it should help my research. So long as it's not inhabited by..."[/b] He shuddered. [b][i]"...kaeru[/i] or [i]same,[/i] I should be fine. 'Frogs' and 'sharks', for those uninitiated in the Yukumo dialect."[/b]
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Feeling the warmth of the morning sun shining on her hide and scales, Ten shook her body around slightly as she woke up and made her way out of her den, instinctively following the scent of fresh meat. There was another, fainter scent, seeming to belong to a much bigger and much more dangerous monster than a Zamite. She'd have to stay on her toes if she wanted to avoid being its next meal; a small, vulnerable monster such as herself was made only so much more easy to pick off by a lack of eyesight.