"Well, Garth said something in... I think ancient Tevene?" Amberdrake sighed, depositing the little gold and black bird next to Red. Speaking of... "And Red just spoke in Kaled'a'in."

Garth, now released from the prison of Drake's fingers, puffed his feathers out and declared -- loudly, "You shit on my tongue!"

"...Yes, that would be what the first thing meant. Thank you, Garth."

Honestly.