There seemed to be at least five different groups of creatures at that one stream, each of them cleaning different materials of their own in the clear water.
As Lucius and his group passed by them, they would whisper something in their tongues -languages that seemed impossible to him. Perhaps it was because the creatures had developed completely different vocal cords, but they didn't even seem to be forming words as they spoke.
The group picked out a spot at the very end, and the shroom got to work. Meanwhile, Lucius stood on guard, literally standing on two feet for the first time in a while to show his full size. He was a bit wobbly, but with his hand on Pagan's shoulder, he gained some stability.
Though he wasn't the biggest out of the creatures present, his horns and tail made him monstrous, not to mention his obsidian black eyes that seemed to stare at everyone with mild killing intent.
