What is that foul odor?

*Yawns* Just long enough of a nap to be sore from not moving, but not enough to be refreshing.

Too tired to continue...

Wha? What am I doing back out?

*grumbles*

Now, good night.

Sometimes.

The continual sound of someone talking keeps Taran rather docile. He starts chewing on Cyan's tail when there is silence.

Taillow!

That's where we saw the Sandshrew...

*pats Rome on the back*

Right!

Taran isn't the only powerhouse.

Furret!

You are the epitome of tactical mastery.

That was sarcasm.

Cheers.

Sure. Mine is "Cremare Furcifer".

Ladies and Gentlemen, since we cannot trust Rome to come up with good nicknames, and because he's rather desperate for feedback--

We'll let the audience name this Oddish!