"The Mole-men, I presume?"
Before Israfel even said this it was pretty obvious that looking upon these long-limbed, small-boned creatures they were the infamous offspring of the ancient dissenters who had been publicly executed for going against the decree of King Baeleon the Bold—this being not to hobble in underground spots like damn fricking hermits.
The forefathers of these mutated earthmen Rafel now looked upon were literal hobos. And King Baeleon must've seen nothing good could come from hillbilly hippies fraternizing with the only neighbors they had: long-snout moles.
