"And in all fairness," Eskel says, taking another drink. "I don't know what you are. I can identify bits and pieces but all together they don't make anything I know of." He considers his options. "So it's a good start, it won't look entirely like a ruse. Town doesn't have a lot of resources, but the temple has a library, I'd wager the mayor has one. I can start there." He thinks about it. "Maybe I'll rough myself up a bit. Not good for my pride but might put your friends at ease thinking you sent me packing before I hurt you. Or the guilty parties thinking I'm not as strong or clever as they'd hoped, take their eyes off me for a while." Eskel could pass for extremely oblivious when he had a mind to, though he prefers to confine such tactics to family disputes.