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I looked up, my mouth full of stew, and started with amazement at the creature advancing toward the table. Its face had the long muzzle of a baboon, but was hairless. The skin was grayish green, unbelievably weathered, and rough, like an elephant's. Its large eyelids were in a perpetual droop, hooding quiet, intelligent eyes. It was fully as tall as me, but obviously heavier and stronger. Extending a bony three-clawed hand, this creature introduced itself with a bass voice even lower than mine.
"Greetings. I am Obilunk of the Widrin people."
Once recovered from shaking his claws, I pulled the headset of my shifter down around my neck. I wasn't going to need it with this creature. I watched him, fascinated, as he sniffed the pot, and carefully picked out a large meaty bone. Then he glanced over at me in a way which seemed to convey "bon appetite."
