Snippet #1189814

Kogata was sitting in his deep underground burrow where no light could get to him, sunlight would kill him. Even though he lived in a burrow it was very extravagant and was more like a very small underground home that a burrow. He sat back down into one if his tiny little chairs and pulled his sword out, although it wasn't much of a sword to anyone other than a Mogwai, and began to sharpen its edge honing it down to razor sharpness. If he was attacked by the forces of evil he would be ready to defend himself, and when night came he would be protected as he ventured out into the world.