"As you wish."

Kuublu stands guard. If there is any shiny stuff nearby he is inclined to pick it up.

Kuublu sees a golden pectoral on the sand near his feet and stoops to pick it up, at which point the part of the island closest to the shore lifts langurously up out of the water, as the lake water pours off of its flat wide head the immense form grins down at Kuublu.

It is wide and flat like a cat-fishes head, but now that it is in the light a little you see it is covered in hard black scales like a snakes, a number of barbels hang down either side of a mouth full of rows upon rows of serrated teeth.

And then a quiet voice like an old mans finds itself into Kuublu and Ak'kululas head in their mother tongues, " Please put that down....it has sentimental value."

" It has been a while since I have been visited by my worshippers........may I know your names?"

Halfway through studying the "island", Ak'kulula is startled but only slightly as it suddenly shifts and comes alive. As its voice echoes in his mind, he notes the ancient, primordial aura surrounding the massive creature. He recalls to mind the few ancient beings in the Great Forests that Aunt Nansi had spoken about. But there is no memory of one that dwells among such waters. He replies boldly to the creature's question, also utilizing the same manner of communication - mentally.

"Ak'kulula is my name, lord. It appears we have stumbled by accident into your home."

The lad squints his eyes looking at the massive head, trying to determine what creature this is.

"May...may I know lord...what manner of creature are you?"

When addressed Kuublu places the object down. He thinks against raising a weapon, not going to do much to help and he doesn't want to provoke this thing.

When he gets around to it, Kuublu gives a formal introduction which includes specifying his ancestry, key figures who have made significant contributions to the kingdom which should take maybe 3 minutes to put through briefly.

Having heard nothing since Kuublu and Ak started their climb, Chiemeka calls down to them:

"Are you all right, your Highness?"

The behemoth seemed to conjure on its 'face' a rather hurt look, " Am I so easily forgotten?"

It seemed to give the obelisk a bemused expression, " I was told I would be worshipped for all the days of the sun for the service I gave. I was told my priests would tell tales of me for all the years of the moon."

" What manner of creature are you? Smell like a forest-man, look like a plains-man.....most peculiar."

Ak'kulula cocks his head. "My home is indeed in the jungle, lord." He turns his gaze onto the obelisk curiously. "Is that a friend you are addressing? I seem to spy a woman holding onto a staff..."

He looks up at the massive head again, and waits until after the Prince had completed his rundown of his family tree. "Forgive my ignorance, lord. But what manner of a creature are you? Would you condescend to enlighten us? And all this gold...are they yours?" His brown eyes widen in awe at what seems a vast amount of golden items.