"Brother."
As soon as Maruun saw him land safely, he walked over with a broad smile on his thick, fishlike lips. He was not alone. Several Aqualeth stood with him, and two other groups had joined them, moving as one friendly party, their steps naturally falling into the same rhythm.
"Hey." Adyr returned the smile, then let his gaze drift to the other two groups to take their measure.
One group was Houndkin, 10 in number.
Their leader stood at the point, a little shorter than Adyr, dark-brown fur lying sleek, a sharp canine cast to his features, leather armor strapped tight over a lean, wiry frame that looked light but promised formidable defense.
The other group was Obsidren, living stone, each about 3 meters tall, with dark rock bodies like walking golems, their mass impossible to miss and their silhouettes heavy enough to bend attention the way gravity bends light.
"Kutun artsun."
