“So let me get this straight,” Jack murmured. “They fly around on spaceships, but they load donkeys in them?” “They like donkeys,” George told him. The fifth donkey made its way out of the ship, loaded like all the others. My parents had hosted Nuan Cee before. I mentally patted myself on the back for assigning them enough rooms to house a party three times their number and for pulling the stables out of storage. “How long do they expect this to last?” Gaston whistled. “A year?” “They love their luxuries,” I explained. “The worst thing you can do to one of them is to force them to go without.
oO ... well at least they are individually half the size/width of an Otrakar
