Kraglietch nir Prosektikos groaned, colder than he'd ever been in his entire three centuries. The murmurs near him immediately stopped, and he heard cautious footsteps approaching him. His translation chip chirped an error, "Rare Human language found, Tibetan. Only partial library available." Slowly opening his eyes, he saw 5 small, round human faces with bright pink cheeks staring down at him. "Oh, Krag," he thought, "what have you gotten yourself in to this time?"