Krr!
Krr! Krr!
A conversation took place between two Neurics in a small cave connected to the main cavern. Their language was primitive and sounded like chirps and growls, but Atlas was able to understand them perfectly.
"Jok. Cannot work."
"Must work. Behind rock, treasure."
"Jok, no treasure. Only rock."
"No. Treasure here. Must work."
As could be seen from the small interaction, Neurics weren't a lazy race. They were obsessed with rare metals and had a natural instinct to tinker. When they were doing anything related to those two topics, they were the hardest workers one could find.
The only problem was that the work they did wasn't nearly as efficient as it needed to be.
They did not know how to use tools yet. Their only tools were rocks that had been sharpened to their needs. Their creations were limited to small and useless things, which was why they could never leave the hidden cavern they inhabited.
