The bullywug looks at the hand of the sorceress, and then to her own hands, both holding the staff. Leaving the right hand with the quarterstaff, Sapo Toa stretches a shy hand, and places it next to Torqua's unsure of what to do. If the Fatromancer decides to touch the bullywug hand she will notice the wet and slipery, yet rough skin on the hand. The head and belly appear to be softer, without the callosities.
"Torqua will I name you, since the others are many, and are long." The monk makes a pause, blinks slowly and swallows air. "In your tong Sapo Toa you can name me, my true name pronounce you cannot." again the pause, the blink and the breath. Times seems to flow in slow motion around this creature.
"Perhaps known to you, are the flows of this pond. Confused and unsure I drift, yet I remain still in this place. My mission is of learning of things that live; so outside I must go, to see, to smell, to touch, to learn." Again the pause, the blink and the breath. "But I remain still in this place. Safe from monsters in hide I am not, nor safe from adventurers that would claim as trophies my remains." This time only a slow blink, and a tilt of the head separate the sentences.
"Knows Torqua now my something. Can she help me with it?"