I Don't Need A Chamber Pot

Armando continued to weave and to watch. The rope was coming together nicely. Any time he reached the end of a blade he simply twisted another one onto the end of it and quickly twisted the splice into the forming rope. And so it went inch after inch; the rope slowly growing and coiling at his paws. Mostly Armando's attention was fixed on Skaelingr and his work. It was, in Armando's opinion, the more fascinating thing. He would have to keep the process in mind should it some day interest him to do the same. As for Skaelingr's question, Armando answered truthfully, "A long way, yes. You're not likely to see many of my kind in Boreas. My people eat mostly bamboo and so are confined to places that grows plentiful. There are places like that here, but they are too few and far in between for most to travel comfortably." Armando just happened to be a little more bold and a little less picky than most. Which, truth be told, was why he was kinda fat.