A'amonduth was pleased with how lively, cheeky and, most importantly, defensive each child became. He also kept a watchful eye on his assistant Aun'hami. This Githman was still fairly young and in training, but showed promise. Immediately, however, he noticed a visitor coming into his hatchery. The green irises in his otherwise black eyes examined the newcomer. The scales on his cheeks shimmered as he grinned beneath his mustache. Standing tall and proud, with his hands folded behind his back, he stood in the person's way. "Welcome to my Hatchery! It's wonderful that you found your way into this Crèche of the Jhe'stil Kith'rak Voss. I am Varsh A'amonduth. And strangers are not allowed in this Hatchery!" he said in a friendly voice. Maybe a little too friendly.