“Hey! What’s that, down there?”

“It’s coming this way…”

“It’s fast… So fa-- GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!”

KRRRAAKHBAM! “Ooowwhh my head… Oh, hey Atzi! What are you doing here?”

Gründ had apparently stumbled upon a Natl tribe, destroying a brand new platform (“sorry!”) and interrupting Atzi’s lunch (“oh, berries!”). Atzi, as a defense mechanism, was hiding behind her own tail on the only bit of platform that was still able to support her. She very slowly lowered her “shield” to look at the intruder, and her eyes bulged in shock.

“GRUND?! HOW?! WHEN?! WHAT?” Her shouts were soon drowned by the other Natls, who were not as happy to see the Töskr as she was. “That platform took us a whole season to make!” was the only part that Atzi translated. The rest was… Not really as polite.

To be fair, it’s never really pleasant to have your floor destroyed by an unidentified flying Töskr right in the middle of your lunch, then to have him made a grab at your berries. Anyone would be upset!

“Wait… Atzi, is that the creatures you met on the ground? The… Töskrs, right? But what is this one doing here, I thought they couldn’t fly?” Atzi couldn’t answer. Töskrs don’t fly. Except this one, apparently, and she shouldn’t be surprised: if one of them could learn to fly, it was definitely Gründ!

At the insistent look of his friend, Gründ put the berry bowl back on the platform and tried to make himself as small as he could. Knowing that he was half again as big as the biggest Natl, that wasn’t an easy feat, and hence he failed. All eyes were on him now. He tried a smile, and with a very small voice said “I… I found a flying machine…”