"Someone told me there were crocodilians." This is far more interesting to Ebba than her tone likely conveys. Her voice always sounds -- to her ear -- much more slow and pondering than other humanoid peers. "I've never seen anything like that before."

She sets her drink down to warm her hands. When she rubs them together, they give off chalk dust that sparkles in the firelight.

"It can't be so dangerous," she finds herself musing.