[ The murmur of voices echo in through the caverns. They settle low, serious. His own breathing is louder than usual, frustrated. For a few more moments, he waits, listening, but eventually, he clicks his tongue.
That's his conclusion.
A hush falls over the area as his clothes shift, his shoes tap on stone as he walks.
"Who was it that got a good look at 'em?"
There comes a lone voice in response from the silence.
"And?"
The response he gets from that displeases him. He clicks his tongue again.
"Bastards. Don't like that we've got Westerners skulking in our territory. They get anywhere near here, kill 'em. I ain't lettin' go of our hard work here."
A few other voices pipe up, louder and louder than the last. They argue over one another, but before the volume reaches a peak, there is the quiet rustle of fabric as he raises a hand to stop them. A hush falls over them again.
"The meteor? Did you say they're taking pieces of the meteor?"
A low murmur in affirmation, and he barks loud in laughter. The answer changes his mind completely, it seems.
"Damned idiots. Leave them be, then. They're givin' themselves bad luck with that thing. If I find any of you bringin' that shit in here, I'm killin' you myself."
Again, his shoes tap against the stone as he walks away. That's not business he's willing to deal with. ]
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That's his conclusion.
A hush falls over the area as his clothes shift, his shoes tap on stone as he walks.
"Who was it that got a good look at 'em?"
There comes a lone voice in response from the silence.
"And?"
The response he gets from that displeases him. He clicks his tongue again.
"Bastards. Don't like that we've got Westerners skulking in our territory. They get anywhere near here, kill 'em. I ain't lettin' go of our hard work here."
A few other voices pipe up, louder and louder than the last. They argue over one another, but before the volume reaches a peak, there is the quiet rustle of fabric as he raises a hand to stop them. A hush falls over them again.
"The meteor? Did you say they're taking pieces of the meteor?"
A low murmur in affirmation, and he barks loud in laughter. The answer changes his mind completely, it seems.
"Damned idiots. Leave them be, then. They're givin' themselves bad luck with that thing. If I find any of you bringin' that shit in here, I'm killin' you myself."
Again, his shoes tap against the stone as he walks away. That's not business he's willing to deal with. ]