Yeah, scavengers. Small creatures, fluffy heads, like to wave swords and spears at us and steal treasure? At least that's what you all do back home. And you don't talk, either... At least, not in a way we dragons understand.

[ Tsunami frowns at that thought and settles back a little on her haunches, still peering up at Emily. There's some common ground there in their mutual unhappiness with their situation, isn't there? She knows the feeling of glum, muted anger well enough. Tsunami tenses. ]

I don't get it either. Personally, I think this is all some kind of weird trick. It's still weird though! I almost want to go down there and start shaking scavengers until I get answers!