Tullek Translations

Just a short post to help any possible readers to translate what the character of Tullek is actually saying in the story. 

I have not based this on any specific language. I have actually taken the first letters of the words in song titles and lyrics, and then taken out words that are entirely unpronounceable. Just don't ask me which songs I used as I cannot remember.

Lizard folk - English

Inmto: what?

Rwiw ittog: your name?

Rddi: Yes!

Cagyl Paanoyl: Follow me

Tgoc tjop: Wait here

Iblily ystad liziam picn: I’ll go and look

Citw: Thank you

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