"Ughh." Lololowka squints against the bright light. He's spent the last few centuries in some too dark worlds, so Archaea's hot sun makes him squint and squint. That's not why he's here: he's here to find Egrassel and tell him how many worlds he's dispensed the 'great boon' of worldwalking to.

The worldwalker looks around, searching for an elf with his eyes. Elves elves elves elves...how many elves. But come on, Egrassel must be different from all the others.

"Oh?" He squints his eyes.. there he is. "Aw. Found him."