Meanwhile, Blackclaw continued to follow Torgo through the brambled forest, they'd soon come into a clearing as Torgo introduced Blackclaw to the location
"This is where the master lives." he said.
Blackclaw came into the clearing, perfectly rounded it seemed and the large bushels of thorn vines seemed to form a great wall about the place. In the dead center laying atop a large dirt mound of odd sorts was the skeletal remains of one of the larger sharpteeth, its skull perfectly perched at the very top of the mound as if it were on a natural alter of sorts.
"Wait a minute..." said Blackclaw studying the massive skeleton. "This... this... thing is your so called 'Master' ?"
"Y-yes" stuttered Torgo "The master lives here. He is very disturbed by your presence. The master is very angry."
"Yeah, whatever" grumbled Blackclaw and he went for a closer look of the remains
"No!" Cried Torgo "Do not disturb the master any further!"
"Torgo..." said Blackclaw with annoyance "Your so called Master is dead. Nothing but bones... Notta, zitz"
"No the Master is not dead! He is asleep, only not in the way you know it.. he is with us always!. Yes, the Master will awaken at the dawn of the Falling Rock!"
"Shut up, Torgo..."
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Denton and the others continued to talk to the friendly herbavoe and muse over the two tiny duckbills when suddenly Syrius came hustling towards the group
"My nephew and niece, are they alright? Oh dear, their mother is going to be very upset with me if they're hurt!"