Ikhannuk inhales, replying to
Theric, "Demotaya is a name of a land that our people had left behind them when they left the Old Land over four centuries ago. But otherworldly? I wouldn't say that's too far off, to be honest. The Bogudani are worshippers of a demon that inhabits this island. Our old religions of the Old Land talked about demons, gods, witches and the like, but we left all those mere rumors behind when we found out the truth of this land."
"Ah, here we are," He inhales again, deeper this time after a small gust of cold wind hits Theric and himself. He shouts to the crew, which had begun securing the boat down, folding up the sails. "Make haste, men! There will be a storm tonight." He addresses the Helmsman, "Keep watch of the boat and the sky."
"Well, Theric, come with me." Ikhannuk begins walking toward the starboard bow, where some men had already begun to jump off into the cold waist-high water and had begun wading ashore.
Zaluk's eyes widen at
Douzhng "You come from
Trusium?" Zaluk and Zven look at each other briefly. "What was your purpose for sailing to
Nondilum?"
Sorry to spring all these names on you. I can send you the list of defined geographic names if needed.
Yana finishes the fish and sets them aside. She begins boiling the potatoes. After about 10 minutes of them boiling, she puts the clay pot in the coals of the fire and puts the fish-stone on over the fire, propped up at its corners by other, smaller stones. In the mean time, she bares a stick with her knife and hardens it over the fire by charring it slightly while
Aif works more on the hut. As the fish finish, she pokes the stick into one of the potatoes and lifts it. The potato remains on the stick and she shakes it off back into the water. The hut is almost done.
"Fish is done. Potatoes will need longer."
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