Castor makes a disapproving noise from behind you, but you can't imagine why. The yellowblood bends just as Pheres asks, and they're eyeing you like you're going to bite, which is rude. But they seem like a pretty rude troll overall.

"I don't think they're used to lowbloods," Castor says, as he lifts you. It's only a boost, one you could've made on your own, but Castor's always doing stuff like that. Says it's important for you to make sure you're keeping your psionics exercised, even if you can't use them yourself.

You shrug and make the greeting quick: you turn each cheek, so you can properly tap each horn with theirs. "Hinnom," you say, prim, and then you twist so Castor'll drop you, more carefully this time. This troll is weird, and you aren't eager to stay close.

"You yellow?" you ask. "'cause I'm yellow too!"