By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted May 23, 2012
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The twelve-foot-tall, shaggy-haired yetis seated around the stone table stared at Tic, awaiting his first question. “Obviously there’s a lot we’d like to know,” he began, “but something tells me there’s more history here than we really have time to explore…”
“Indeed,” rumbled the old black yeti, thoughtfully. “Though our history is not so complex as that of your kind, filled with neither so much learning, nor so much strife, it is nonetheless ancient and extensive, and filled with great wisdom.”
“Right, sure,” said Tic, impatiently. “Like I said, we don’t have time for that. What we really need to know is how you can help us take down Dunter and Libden and their goons. On that note…” He turned to the four yetis who had found them on the mountainside. “How did you know you could shoot down those ships with the Gortinawa seeds and a slingshot?”
The yeti who had taken the shot was standing by the cave wall, holding a blazing torch in one thick paw. It shrugged modestly. “The seeds are a great weapon,” it said.
“Gortinawa seeds?” said the dark-furred old yeti. “I was not aware that more had been discovered! Have you any remaining, Brother Eilk?”
“Several, Elder Aidoan, thanks to the humans who offered them to us.”
“Ah, wonderful,” said Aidoan. “May I?”
“Certainly, Elder.” The yeti procured a seed from somewhere within the depths of its fur and rolled it across the table to Aidoan, who flicked the hard red bead of acid into the air, caught it on his long pink tongue, and swallowed it with a wistful grin.
The humans gaped.
What is the main use of the Gortinawa plant?
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