The Jeddak crosses his arms across his chest, a look of oh so now you're an expert, hmm? on his face.

"How long is enough, hmm? Should I ask them nicely to please ride in a straight line and do not stop to eat every bite of moss? Should I stand around and tell them to be quiet while the banth stalks us from across the valley? Hmm?" Tars throws up his hands in exasperation. Humans.

"Do not question what you do not understand, Sark-Iljat. Come now, it's time to eat."