"Razortails. You know, ANIMALS. We don't eat them raw either. It's made into a pudding." Neirin then sits himself down next to Shark to peep at the action going on screen.

Then he remembers the other question. He gives Harrow a crooked smile. "I'm a Mordesh. Guess you never seen my kind around? We're like, uh, a near-undead species, thanks to some idiot doctor releasing a contagion on us all. We'll be extinct by the century's end, probably. How about you? You don't look too healthy either."