Languages? You mean they're all like that woman back there?
[What an annoyance... To be suddenly in a place full of fools who couldn't even speak. Reaching out, keeping his hand under the fabric of the blanket, he runs his fingers down the pale substance of the wall. It's soft and smooth, without even the roughness of bricks or stone. His own sword, rarely used as it is, comes to his hand and he strikes it against the wall suddenly.]
Hah-!
[Interesting... The sword leaves a jagged line where it hit, but doesn't penetrate beyond a tiny distance. There's no sparks, like there would be with stone.]
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[What an annoyance... To be suddenly in a place full of fools who couldn't even speak. Reaching out, keeping his hand under the fabric of the blanket, he runs his fingers down the pale substance of the wall. It's soft and smooth, without even the roughness of bricks or stone. His own sword, rarely used as it is, comes to his hand and he strikes it against the wall suddenly.]
Hah-!
[Interesting... The sword leaves a jagged line where it hit, but doesn't penetrate beyond a tiny distance. There's no sparks, like there would be with stone.]
It's strong, whatever it is.