And eager she is. So much so that once he begins to talk, realizing the extent of detail he was going into, Schala reached for the pocket on the belt of her new adventuring gear, she produced a small quill and scroll, taking notes immediately.

What might the correct spelling of Dohj be? She'll have to circle back to that later, scribbling down everything she can as he goes on. "Of course, dogs like sticks..." it was so simple when you thought about it— and weren't staring down a muzzle of jagged teeth, probably.

"Looxes... Ice caps..." Even as Schala wrote, her brow seemed to furrow, either from concentration or trying to work out the details of his advice logically. "I see, so further study would be recommended before attempting any of these maneuvers, that makes sense."