"…It's a damn chicken!"
My surprise barely lasted a moment before that damned trembling white bear, Semo, hurriedly whispered into my ear.
"Oh, my lord. Please don't be so disrespectful towards Lord Murgin. I beg you."
Oh… so Murgins were basically space chickens.
With that thought, I looked back at the old Murgin.
Several scars crossed his face, one running directly over a glowing eye. Heavy metal plates covered parts of his shoulders and chest, decorated with the skulls of strange beasts and across his chest was a tattoo of a chicken skull with a single red eyes.
Every tooth in his mouth looked sharp enough to tear flesh apart.
"So, this little vessel actually accepted our communication."
His voice echoed through the carrier as his gaze slowly swept across everyone before finally settling on me.
"…Interesting and what an unexpected gathering this is." A smile stretched across his face. "A bunch of Furbarians travelling alongside… Monkins? Or is it some other race?"
