"Chief Gruumak, we meet again,"
Kael spoke, his flat, neutral face turning into a light, gentle smile as he greeted the Stonefang Chief. Then, as if to nudge him, he turned towards the third Velmourn who had accompanied them, and after a moment of hesitation—
"Th-tharn Gruumak, Z-Zul'raak draak."
The Velmourn soldier spoke, looking into the Chief's eyes as if waiting for approval. His tone was hesitant, full of doubt; after all, he still hadn't used the Stonefang language he had studied since the Velmourns were never sure that their translations were accurate. And just as he expected, the moment he spoke, a confused look appeared on the Stonefang Chief's face. He tilted his head and stared at Kael, waiting for an explanation.
And Kael's smile just widened—
"If you were the only one with a translator, I would feel left out. So I brought one of my own."
