[center][h1][color=72C515]Chatak Claybitah[/color][/h1][/center]
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Chatak nodded along with the guard, trying to pretend he knew what he was saying. Ancestors, why did he have to talk so fast?! Eventually though, he finally realised that he wasn't actually giving him directions, instead just telling him not to eat grass or something. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably fair. He'd had to resort to grass at a couple of points during his first winter, after a string of particularly poor hunts had left the clans food situation even worse than normal.

He [i]did[/i] say something weird towards the end there though. [i]Invashun...[/i] The way he talked about it made it sound important, like it was coming to the town... A political figure maybe?

Eventually, he found a human who could give better directions, pointing out where he could go. They also said the 'blacksmiths' were busy though, because they were preparing for that same thing the guard had talked about, so he guessed he'd better find somewhere to wait. Or no wait, shit, maybe he should [i]hide![/i] If that Invashun thing [i]was[/i] some sort of hume lord, they might be able to assume he was a gob! And humes [i]hated[/i] gobs! Looking around, he wasn't especially sure where he should actually go...

Wait, no, calm yourself Chatak. You're panicking. Right, thanks Chatak. Guess I got carried away again. You're welcome Chatak. Now maybe we should ask someone what an 'Invashun' actually is before panicking. Good idea Chatak! Thanks Chatak.

After a moment of thought, he decided to go back to the guard by the tower again. Sure, he wasn't much help with directions, but he seemed to know a hell of a lot about the Invashun, and didn't even kick him or anything either!

[color=72C515]"Ey, Guardman."[/color] He said. [color=72C515]"It Chatak again! New ask. Not good with you langwi. No know all words good. What is [i]'Invashun?'[/i]"[/color]