The figure paused and fully emerged, seeming caught off guard to find company waiting.
Alex, ready for a deadly confrontation, was stunned when the alien lifted both of its hands slowly into the air – universal for "I'm not here to fight." – and took a single step forward, bowing its head slightly.
Then, to Alex's further surprise, it spoke – not in a guttural, indecipherable language, but in a clear, soft tone.
And he could understand it.
"Peace," the figure said. "I come unarmed and without hostile intent."
'It makes sense I guess. We've always been able to understand the native humans in this place, so I guess it's no different with other races too, then.' Alex thought to himself.
However, Alex blinked when he registered the figure's words.
"...What?"
Brontes stopped growling, mimicking an equally confused look on its face, though its posture remained guarded.
The beast's intelligent eyes flickered between Alex and the newcomer.
