Nok-Nok nods, listening, then translates – you think. "Munguk not happy. He not hungry, just lonely. Says... c

Nok-Nok nods, listening, then translates – you think. "Munguk not happy. He not hungry, just lonely. Says... came here looking for mate to be happy." Nok-Nok wrinkles his face in disgust, and shivers. Still, he keeps going. "But when he come, no wife, goblins take his favorite half-sheep entrails, drink the liquor he send them for. And he have nothing."