And the conversation flicked to Giant-Tongue. Alice had never heard it spoken before, and thought about how to describe it. The sentence structure had a strange and slow lilt to it. When spoken from deep within one's chest it sounded like a constant drone or, more poetically, like a grumbling rock-slide. It would probably take a human years of practice to reach the same timbre and tone that An-Hasst was managing and they'd have to have a very deep voice to start with.

An-Hasst started to shout their comrades name. Alice considered staying silent and composed in front of the stone giants, since the chances Calanon could hear them were slim. But slim chances were better than nothing, so she started shouting 'Calanon' as well, hoping her higher pitched voice would reverberate better along these rock walls.

She turned to Argon, [color=violet]"Can you pick up any scent? Maybe the scent of his Stag?"[/color]

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