[center][H3][color=f26522]Tilnak 
The Purifier[/color][/h3] 

[color=f26522]Location[/color]: choosing Croc Crush
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@AzureKnight],[@Blaze Gamma]
[color=f26522]Mentions[/color]: [/center]
 

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Tilnak stood still in the hallway pressed to the side of the door to try and stay out of the way of those passing by. Another man turned the corner sharply coming to an almost complete stop upon seeing him. The Belua tilted its head slightly at the reaction he got from the man. He was taller than some of the others his hair and eyes making him stand out more to him than some others. 

His two smaller arms clearly meant for fine manipulation made some gestures for a moment as Tilnak was trying to see if this one understood the silent language used sometimes amongst the populace and certain soldiers. [color=f26522]“Croc Crush?”[/color] was what he signed then seemed to think of something else.

Tilting his head for a moment he stopped and began pulling some of the dirt off of his cloak and into a small ball in one of his smaller manipulators. Holding it above one manipulator the other moved behind it, spreading the soil and small stones around in a flat line to say the same thing he signed earlier only this time in writing. “[color=f26522]Croc Crush?[/color]” 

He was pulled back from his thoughts on the conversation when the door opened suddenly and another Belua answered the door with a flurry of words and activities. They took a moment to examine the two standing there then began spewing information onto the two of them. Some of the information he was aware of some of it he was not but all useful. It was not what he was here for.

Tilnak quickly reformed the dirt he had accumulated into a very basic map of the south western region, again showing his fine control over earth. [color=f26522]“Nest-ing Grr Groundsss?”[/color] he asked hoping she would give at least a rough estimate as to where they thought the main nesting or hunting grounds for the Makara in the area were.