"Adia!" Harrow shouts. Okay, that translates just fine!
"Caspaarrë!" And that... Sort of doesn't. It's the Cylon's name, definitely, but something is a little different about Harrow's voice today. A little more... R-rolly.
He hops down in a hurry and puts a wrist-wrapped hand on each of their shoulders. Pow-wow time. He stares at them for a moment, serious as can be, and then he starts to shake his head.
Nodding, he says, "No idea what the fuck y'all're sayin'." In Azerothian Common, of course. To the Leonisian ear it's a much more "Vil kaelsig hamerung bor majis varum" affair.
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"Caspaarrë!" And that... Sort of doesn't. It's the Cylon's name, definitely, but something is a little different about Harrow's voice today. A little more... R-rolly.
He hops down in a hurry and puts a wrist-wrapped hand on each of their shoulders. Pow-wow time. He stares at them for a moment, serious as can be, and then he starts to shake his head.
Nodding, he says, "No idea what the fuck y'all're sayin'." In Azerothian Common, of course. To the Leonisian ear it's a much more "Vil kaelsig hamerung bor majis varum" affair.