Round 46b

Gnaff looks up and frowns, but apparently decides the two approaching dwarves are okay.

He says something in a rumbling language none of you understand. He looks up and realizes the word means nothing in common. "Um, little not-huumans." He gestures at all of you, then rubs one hand along his forearm. "Maybe like yous, but with scales like lizard. They were many, came at night. Gnaff kill some, but had run. Some had magic too." He lets out yet another rumbling sigh.