The name didn’t mean much to Emiliana, but maybe Chergoa would be able to tell her more about it. She’d have to ask her later.
As they continued on, they met several other mutation users. Emiliana had seen a few of them already but hadn’t gone so far as to speak with any of them. None of them looked particularly welcoming, but Germal seemed to have no reservations about initiating a conversation with each one.
The first was an apparent beetle-man with an enormous sword on his back. Germal asked him about Vantalay, to which the beetle-man grumbled about there being a spike in terrorist activity. Germal asked if he required help, but the beetle-man said that Gohvis had already promised him reinforcements.
After the beetle-man, they encountered a gorilla-man, a hawk-man, a falcon-woman, a crocodile-man who expressed interest in following Gohvis’ example, a kind of chimera-creature mixing several different animals together, and one very large dog with a cigar in its mouth.
Not a dog-man. Just a dog. Or perhaps wolf. Emiliana had never seen a wolf in real life before, but she had difficulty believing that they were supposed to be this size. On all fours, it was nearly as tall as she was and seemed closer to the weight-class of a tiger, if not beyond it.
Ironically enough, despite not being able to speak, the dog was the one they spent the most time talking to.
“This is my traveling companion,” said Germal. “His name is Koh. Perhaps you have heard of him?”
A bit hesitant, Emiliana just shook her head.
“The Silver Devil of Dante?” said Germal. “The Man-Eater of Melmoore?”
Emiliana blinked, because that last one did ring a bell.
Koh growled and bumped into Germal, knocking him on his ass.
Germal chortled as he stood back up and brushed himself off. “Forgive me. Koh does not like those names.”