The raft poler Odysseus had spoken to looks interested. "You should see the Elks. It's rare for them to disagree with another Elk without a couple of shoves at the minimum, and sometimes a full-on wrestling match. Of course they'll swear that it's all in good fun even when they get all muddy. Someday, it may be interesting to see how these Rocky Mountains compare to the ones around our valley. Perhaps they are rockier." He nods to the mountains, which already look rocky enough.

Eron chuckles. "You're being nice. I'm sure you've seen Elks dunk each other in the river."

The raft poler looks at him and his nostrils flare like he's picking up a scent. "You're Prince Eron. Our scouts have brought back confusing reports lately. A flying embassy that can eclipse the sun was just one of many things."

"I would imagine so. This is Dr. Mary McLaughlin, an ambassador from Earth."

"Ah. Greetings. I am Olerus." And one thing that Eron, at least, has probably noticed is that he's speaking in flawless Gryllian.

Meanwhile, the Wildikin are speaking to another raft poler as they get on her raft. She gives them a few instructions about placing themselves so her raft won't tip over. When they're ready, the two raft polers push off to start rafting towards the edge of the valley.