Honestly, Nakoa thought they'd dislike Dorin more than they did. The weather was actually pretty nice this time of year. Sure, a breath mask was needed, but at least it wasn't some horrible desert. Or another thrice-damned lava planet. Never again.
Between other more scholarly activities, the Wrean took the time to indulge in another of his usual habits when amongst new cultures: buying things at the local markets. Clothing, in particular. Masks aside, the Kel'dor had a certain style to them, it had to be said. Shame about the food situation, though. Apparently it was highly toxic and probably tasted gross for non-Kel'dor. Not worth the trouble.
Besides, they'd need something comfortable for this trip's final trek to the temple up in the mountains. They had a book they'd promised to return.
Arriving at the city's edge where the guiding monk would lead him back, they were surprised to find someone else: A.. human, maybe? It was hard to tell behind the mask. How interesting!
"Not a tourist, are you?" they said by way of greeting in a kidding tone as they walked up to the otherwise small and Kel'dor-centric group.
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