At'topp'tichuk snuffled his snout in the air, smelling for the scent of food. The ratman, dressed in tattered robes and ivory armbands, engraved with busy symbols, patted the ground with his hairy hands, looking for reagents for his magics. He stopped, hearing shouts and roars. "Chk-chk-chka...Snuffle....What is over there?" he said to himself, hopping over a knotted tree root, using his engraved staff, decorated with feathers, beads, and bones, as a sort of pole vaulting stick. "Snuffle....Chk-chk...Eeee, hard going through the forest, yes." he mumbled to himself, walking towards where the dragon had landed.