 It is...populated here, you find.Â
Aliens and their wriggler equivalents running this way and that, yelling in delight at the numerous attractions that line the boardwalk. You still aren’t accustomed to walking around while the sun is out, and it does always take a while for your eyes to adjust to the brightness. Luckily, it seems to be a bit cooler at this point in the season, and so the sands aren’t quite as noisy during what you dub your daily patrols. After all, simply because you aren’t in your own subgrub doesn’t mean you can’t keep an eye out for rulebreakers.
When you spot the other troll out of the corner of your ganderbulbs, their activity near the water knits your brows as you approach with the intention of questioning them. After all, you haven’t seen many other of your kind here, sans a handful, and there is the off-chance they may know more than the last. However, once you get close enough, your squawk gaper snaps shut and your posture adjusts accordingly. How could you miss those fins from a distance...? Your senses must be waning.
TEGIRI: My apo/ogies, I did not mean to disturb you. I was not aware there was any seadwe//ers here.
You shuffle backwards a bit, sand shifting beneath your sandals as your hands flatten to your sides for a proper apologetic bow.
TEGIRI: It is inappropriate for someone of my b/ood caste to bother one of yours. P/ease forgive me.
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