"Funny chaps, dem' moat beasts be."
A penguin, dressed in a floppy wide-brimmed hat with a huge, purple feather plume, a tattered seaman's jacket, rose-lensed goggles, and a wooden toy sword painted gold, approaches.
"They don't like the taste o' gnomes too much, yeah?"
He hands Haethar a frosty mug of foamy, salty, green sailor's grog.
"I would give yeh' a more grand welcome, but, er, Strolen confiscated me barrel o' grog." he says sheepishly.