They landed in the same spot as before, and like their previous visit, a swarm of the bearded folk soon came pouring out from their mountain home, led by an angry looking Khamudlo. He raised his ax, and spoke to them in his own language. Iadrawyn focused on his words, but she understood them as little as she had before, aside from the general emotion behind them.
Valanandir stepped forward. “Can you understand us now?” he asked in Elvish.
The moludu scowled at him without responding.
Malarin gave a frustrated sigh. “What now?”
A strange sensation had fallen over Iadrawyn. She felt something in her mind shift. She opened her mouth, and her lips and tongue began moving in an unfamiliar way.
“Greetings, Khamudlo. Can you understand me?”
Everyone gaped at her. The words she spoke were no
