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'What is he doing?'
As Dale approached Muddan, pilling up the loot on his way, he couldn't help but notice the peculiar behavior coming from the green giant.
As soon as all of his enemies fell, Muddan kneeled on the floor, grasping the bloodstained, broken earth with his two hands, raising it to his forehead…
"Grr… Akk-A-Ir…"
He whispered something in a low tone that even seemed to contain a bit of respect.
And after a few moments of silence, he placed the earth back on the ground before grabbing a small common seed and placing it inside.
The Karkavan may appear to outsiders as a bunch of secluded forest barbarians, but their history goes on for thousands of years and their rituals and way of honoring the living and dead are just as glorious if not more respectful than most Human settlements.