90 The Mystery of Obollo.

Both Gavadiol and Lara drew back. They couldn't help it. The beast was just too fearsome. It snarled at them from all three of its monstrous heads. “Humans,” it hissed distastefully. “What do you want now? Haven't I already been blacklisted enough? Obollo is on his own. Humans have come to call him up.” “We just need to ask you some questions, that's all.” The prince said calmly. “We just want to talk.” This time, he did not try to find out whether he was speaking in English or the hissing language of the snadron. He just wanted to focus. “Ask away then,” The snadron said gloomily. “But make it quick my man for I tire of humans talking to me for long.” “Okay, just a couple of questions,” Gavadiol said again thinking how he was going to get to the point without the great beast suspecting a thing. But when you brought the intelligence of the other fellow in the temple into consideration, it was doubtful he would succeed. Except this snadron was of a different species hopefully.