Oh, good, he can talk. Eskel's feeling more ever more optimistic about this encounter.
"Passing through." He explains. "It's a light purse to be sure, but beggars can't be choosers." He says, candidly. "The Mayor's holding out on me and thinks he's so clever I won't know. And he thinks I'll bring their missing womenfolk back alive." He looks around the clearing. "Don't seem likely, but I figured that." He blinks slowly at Bull in the blue-gray premature dusk that the rain has wrought, his eyes glowing like those of a night-creature. "Never seen anything like you." He says. "And the fact that you're standing here talking to me's got me curious. And it's saving your neck, for the record: we're always careful with sentient species, so as long as you don't try anything stupid, I'm not gonna hurt you. What happened to the women from the village? They seem to think it's something to do with you."
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"Passing through." He explains. "It's a light purse to be sure, but beggars can't be choosers." He says, candidly. "The Mayor's holding out on me and thinks he's so clever I won't know. And he thinks I'll bring their missing womenfolk back alive." He looks around the clearing. "Don't seem likely, but I figured that." He blinks slowly at Bull in the blue-gray premature dusk that the rain has wrought, his eyes glowing like those of a night-creature. "Never seen anything like you." He says. "And the fact that you're standing here talking to me's got me curious. And it's saving your neck, for the record: we're always careful with sentient species, so as long as you don't try anything stupid, I'm not gonna hurt you. What happened to the women from the village? They seem to think it's something to do with you."