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	GOSSK, feeling mildly amused by Lynn's comment over Licks, was content to let the merlady speak uninterrupted.  He remained in a kneeling position, his cowl drooping slightly as the wind rustled it.  The Dracodile took a moment to process his words--a reoccurring lapse in conversing in which Lynn might notice a pattern whenever Gossk engaged in communicating.  He was almost more excited to take in her Common than to actually reply;  It was an overload that showered his draconic brain with grammar and tenses, not to mention tones and enunciation.  Language was a beautiful thing, Gossk knew, and it would be something, much like the terrain, flora, and fauna, that he would have to master in time.

He finally stood, rising slowly to his full height as he watched Lynn's reaction, not wishing to inadvertently intimidate her.  Such was the contrast in their size that Lynn's line-of-sight was now level with his loincloth, which, though it flapped with the occasional breeze, revealed nothing risque;  Rather, its red markings depicted a curious scene of a small reptile surrounded by larger ones.

	As her cohort conversed peacefully with the fish lady, LICKS found it prudent to explore the scents and peculiarities belonging to the thing called Lynn.  The reed cat meandered over to her confidently, stopping to sniff her little webbed toes, and then her ankles and thighs.  She smelled good.  Rubbing up against Lynn's legs, Licks almost wished that they could eat her--the taste of fish was a treat the feline could hardly ignore.  Licks would have to make do with sharing her cohort's company.  She kept moving and rubbing, her tail slightly elevated to show friendliness.  

	The Dracodile turned to the northeast with half a pace, his large spiky tail brushing the sand as it balanced him and flicked harmlessly towards the merlady.  Lynn could actually now see that some kind of wooden shield and crude blunt weapon were hooked into the spikes on his side, as though he was using the spikes to holster his weapons.  With an outstretched hand, Gossk murmured and croaked, [color=39b54a][b]"Not a sea, Lynn.  The, ah... [i]narshland[/i], it is close to the large dark [i]thorest[/i]... and on the, uh, east shore on this sea here..."[/b][/color]

He turned towards Lynn, lowering his arm as he gestured with the other.  [color=39b54a][b]"Ny quest is to [i]ex'lore[/i] an', ah... conquer the [i]thears[/i]--to acquaint [i]nu teotle[/i] an' gain [i]disscern'nent[/i] on the, uh... [i]'oorld[/i],"[/b][/color] he added, then glancing at the Crystal Sea from which they had both emerged.  [color=39b54a][b]"[i]Ny[/i] journey led to a [i]thork[/i] here, on this sea an' the desert o'er there."[/b][/color]  Gossk's eyes then turned to the Killamin Desert, its distant dunes dancing with a dastardly wind and dizzying heat.

[color=39b54a][b]"I chose the sea,"[/b][/color] Gossk continued, a hint of regret in his growling voice, [color=39b54a][b]"an' it is too dangerous, as a... ah, shark, yes, it tried to eat [i]nee[/i], an' thanks to you, I [i]suther[/i] only a little soreness."[/b][/color]

He took two steps then, his large stride bringing him completely past Lynn as he assumed a stooped posture behind her.  Gossk was careful to not brush up against the merlady, nor prick her with his tail.  Facing the desert region, he knelt once again, looking down at the ground as Licks sauntered into his view, looking up at him curiously.

[color=39b54a][b]"As to [i]ny[/i], uh... [i]dett[/i], you had said your heart's intentions--to do right.  So [i]nou ny[/i] reason is stronger, so it is that [i]ny[/i] heart shall get the [i]sane[/i] thing--to do right [i]dy[/i] you,"[/b][/color] Gossk insisted, hoping Lynn would relent her modesty and take what was rightfully hers.

Gossk would then inquire where she's from, and where she was going.  He'd let her speak, waiting patiently and nodding on occasion.  He'd make comments here and there, hinting that he would like to join her on her quest, if only because he would learn so much--in fact, at one point, he would compliment her intelligence.  Gossk would also explain that his cat's name is Licks, and if Lynn were to ask why, Gossk and Licks would look at each other, and then he'd say, [i]because she licks.[/i]

And Licks would, on que, lick her lips.