Zey slowly rolled the gob of chewing gum in her mouth when Vigdis confirmed it was the creepy shapeshifter who was asking. A cool breeze ruffled her flash gear from atop the Jotunheim. A spider bot gently bumped into her - it wanted to get access to a panel she was standing on. Zey stepped to one side and patched in the ship’s doctor.

“Feng, what are you doing right now? One of our new friends wants to learn about the Human body.”

Feng was sitting in the ship’s cramped med bay, examining some X-ray results on a tablet with augmented reality glasses on. A passenger in a grey hooded jumper with a new leg cast sat on the edge of a treatment pod. Whenever Feng looked up from his tablet, the X-ray data floated to the corresponding point in that patient’s anatomy.

“Sorry, vivisection class was first period, finished already.”

“Haha. Seriously. Show him the inside of an eyeball or something, what's the harm? I want to know how these things can POSSIBLY change their entire shape; seems a good trade, no?”

“Aye Captain. I can put some of my surgery head cam video on a screen for them. Does that work?”

“Well, i was hoping for some footage that won’t fucking scar them for life but i guess i’ll take it at a pinch. Vigdis, do you have a screen you can lend the druid?” Zey asked the engineer, her eyes drawn to the edge of the charred clearing. A distinctive set of Glen appeared and had approached the team on the ground - it looked like they were talking. Zey pushed a clear earpiece into one ear and accessed the microphones of Itxaro, Arancini and Vigdis so she could hear.  
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Silbermine had been informed that the Humans were attempting to ‘learn’ S’toric a few days before. But this didn’t stop him from being taken aback when one of the tiny Human figures near the camp addressed him fluently. It seemed impossible, even with Thought magic sorcery. For once, it took him a moment to marshal his thoughts. The sight of the Jotunheim up close seemed to humble him.

“I…uhum, I sought your guidance and support in a matter of great importance. The Running approaches, and we are looking for champions. Exotic champions, to save my people from ruin against larger houses. I believe Venurwreth brought us together for this purpose. I have coin, if such an offering is required.”

Silbermine’s speech was slower and more enunciated, as one does when addressing a foreigner. It returned to normal when he included the various scowling locals in this conversation.

“You appear to have formed your own judgement of me. I pray that breaking the night’s fast together will help you see sense. We need not an escort.” That last part was directed to Nellara. Silbermine clicked his fingers and Sir Sweven motioned for two Glen-at-arms to pull some large loaves of preserved bread from their panniers.