[ Fiver almost shoots another confused look up at the man before he realizes: of course John wouldn't be able to tell what he is. He looks like a man. Well, if the man didn't think Fiver mad before, this should help convince him. ]
Elil are the thousand. The enemies. [ He starts off with the easy question, gaze fixed on the ground as he thinks. ] Soat, fox, hawk... man. Anything that would kill and eat a rabbit.
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Elil are the thousand. The enemies. [ He starts off with the easy question, gaze fixed on the ground as he thinks. ] Soat, fox, hawk... man. Anything that would kill and eat a rabbit.