Worst Conversationalist Ever

"I don't know why you are continuing to talk to them." Not Oshujon was not very helpful in my attempts to communicate with our captors. He wasn't even very helpful with anything really, but his comments about me attempting to speak with our captors were especially non helpful.

"Because I need to learn their language and they don't talk near us enough for me to grasp it from a far, so I have to call them over bother them, and then they'll let me in on the secrets." All they would do is clock some wood at me, make a squawk and walk off, but I was learning something! What I can't tell you, but I was learning something!

"I tried for a time to understand them, and they me, but it ultimately didn't go anywhere, to be honest until you arrived I thought I was some how crazy and they were the normal people."

"You are crazy, but they are not normal." I admit I was more hostile towards Not Oshujon than I probably needed to be, but considering what he had done I figured that was me being as fair as I needed to be towards him.

"Did I wrong you in someway sir? You seem outwardly hostile to me and I don't even know who you are."

"When you regain your memory you'll know."

"It's been months since I washed up here, I don't think its coming back." I admit I thought the same thing, but at the same time I kept up my dislike of Oshujon, because my former friend/enemy was a dick even if he didn't know why he was a dick. Look it was complicated, but makes sense! The natives kept being impossible to understand though, like seriously their language was madness! I was just about to give up when I was taken from my cell with Oshujon and brought to the wise man of the village, or who I assumed to be the wiseman, he was dressed differently than the rest and he had what appeared to be books on shelves.

"Sit." He spoke our language! It was great, and then I was mad because if one of them spoke the language I did why was I kept in a cell and had people squawk at me? I wasn't restrained, so there was that. I also did as I was told because I am if ever obedient to a point.

"Why am I being held?" It seemed the best question.

"Because you are not from here." An honest answer if not entirely anti explorer.

"And my companion?"

"You companion who arrived many cycles ago? Because we were told to hold him." Told to hold him implies someone running things that wasn't readily apparent.

"Told by who?"

"More like by what." He was playing with an object and when he turned around I could see it was a skull.  It was kind of scary.

"I'm at a loss, why did you wait to speak to me."

"To see if you would attempt to escape or not, you have not, so I figured you are willing to cooperate, so we are speaking."

"Cooperate with what?"

"Oh Mr. Lorentino, I'll get to that in good time, but sit, enjoy the rest, you'll need it." I hate when people know more about me than I know about them. Even more so when they want me to do something! I swear one of these days I'm going to pull that I know more about you than you do of me trick and it will be the greatest thing ever!