You aren't the only one to have said that. Perhaps I should find someone with artistic skills. [because uh, Rincewind's attempts would be... godawful. At best.

He really can't understand that sort of wistfulness, though, the yearning to travel to unknown lands. Rincewind has done that. It's terrible. Too hot or too cold and bugs and interesting people who find it interesting to try and kill you. Not his idea of a good time.]

I was going to ask. It doesn't sound like the sort of thing you name yourself.

Primals? [he furrows his brow, takes a sip of his drink.] ...Are those actual animals?