This is what we asked for

A voice broke his concentration and Charlie turned his head back toward the woman who had addressed him. He frowned and gave a shake of his head. “I wish I knew. Your guess is probably as good as mine.” At least he wasn’t alone anymore. Though it made sense that he wouldn’t be the first to want to check this place out. Yet… only the scent of the femme here near him seemed to be in the area. Strange… there were packs that had been closer than the Armada that could have been drawn here. He glanced back to one of the spires. Could they still be growing? Would the earth continue to tremble now that this land was here?

So many questions and not enough answers. “The continent almost appears to be rebelling… This land feels ancient but… I get the feeling like it's new, too. It's hard to explain.” Ears flicked back. “My name is Charlie Fatalis, by the way.” He looked back to the femme. “What do you get from all this, miss…?”

"Speech," 'Thought.'