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The tall spindly creature stares at your offered knife for a long silent moment. Without a word, it extends a thinnish limb and with exactly two slim flingers it dangles our pocket knife in the air as far from it’s body as possible.
The creature’s body language is utterly inhuman, but some how it manages to convey disdain.
“And what is this …thing?” it asks unnessicarily slowly and distinctly, dangling your pocketknife in one tentacle, as far away from its body as possible.
Feeling like a fool, you start to explain about how the various blades etc pop out, and the nail clippers (Nail Cliipers?!! What were you thinking? It doesn’t even have Hands!!) when there is a rumbling and crasjing from the jungle. A dozen new monsters have arrived and they have with them an old rust eaten, but fuctional pick up truck. Its white headlamps cast new shadows over everything, and the Kaa attention is taken from you completely.
The new arrivals are much more human looking than the Kaa. Pasty white skin, patchy hair on both their heads and bodies, scars, muscled arms and legs, are your first impressions of them. That and guns. Big, complex looking, shiny black guns. And Grouchy.
“Holoth?” growls the leader steping forward. He pronounces it like a greeting or a name. the Kaa with your knife responds:
“I am Holoth” it says.
“We’re here to trade.” the leader of the new gang declares, gesturing at the truck which is loaded with… all kinds of things. Including live animals.
“Indeed” replys the alien He pauses briefly, and somehow all those tentacles manage to give you a dirty look. “This is the time and place agreed apon for business.”