More Mister Bear!
Jack looked over. “What’s Mr. Bear doing, Charlie?”
Charlie gave her own look. “My mystic senses tell me… he’s looking at the sky.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why you needed to tell me that?”
Jack snorted. “Can’t you talk to it?”
“I don’t speak Bear, Captain. I don’t know any spell that would let me talk to bears, either. I don’t think anybody does — oh, except maybe the Virginians. They’ve figured out sorcerous ways to talk to those crazy-smart cheetahs they have, sure.”
“And?” Jack prompted her after a moment.
Charlie sighed. “And I’ve never learned those spells, either. Captain, everybody we fight, protect, raid, or trade with is a humanoid. Everything that isn’t is a critter of some kind. I’m not even sure Mister Bear here understands what language is.”