#shaltokol

waiter, one shaltokol please

he was rlly hard to translate into my style but I like how he came out! face so round… can someone get him a dentist

终于闲下来可以画了。。低精力画不动了且不擅长画成男，被蛇咬后只能画成这个样子了！

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The first, Shkhan, was tall and lean, draped in a long coat that might once have been any color and was now the uniform brown of oxidation, of decay, of the patient triumph of entropy over every made thing. He moved without urgency. His bare hands were the worst of it—where his fingers brushed the gantry rail, the metal went to flakes and then to nothing, a wake of disintegration trailing behind him like a hem. He led the vanguard, his heavy booted footsteps denting the deck plating. Behind him came three more, their jagged rusted silhouettes moving with purpose, with eyes like dying embers. A broad one, low and wide, who carried a maul of pitted iron and grinned through a beard matted with corrosion—that was Kotal, Robert's reflexes supplied, dredging the name from a Mercury threat dossier. A slight figure who moved in stuttering, insectile flickers, here and then a meter left of here, never quite occupying the space between: Toki. And last, drifting almost gently, a faceless shape wrapped head to foot in browned cloth, who left a smell of old churches and older graves: Hakol.