Sasskasa stands up slowly from his seat, his eyes narrowed and locked on Kieran. He moves towards the human with a fluid ease, his body undulating as he moves like a strange, upright snake. As he walks, he speaks to the others, though his eyes never move from their focus, Kieran. "Only foolsss make merry and s-s-sssspeak of thingsss s-s-ssuch as s-s-s-sunssshine and fate..." There is little doubt of how the lizardman is speaking to, or of, but he does not look at the halfling nor the night elf. He stops in front of Kieran, bends supply at the waist so that his head is now level with Kieran's and so that his eyes lock with the humans'. "I find it -very- hard to believe that I, a lizardman, actually s-s-s-ssharess a thought in agreement with a humon, but it s-s-s-ssseemss that I do in this casssse."
Sasskasa straightens his back but his eyes never leave Kieran's. "We lizardmen do not name thossse beassstsss we raisssse for food; yet I am told that you humonsss are given namesss at any rate. If you have one, humon, what issss it?"