Eilieen:
"But people are not wolves," she finally states. "Nor are they crocodiles. One might hope for something different from people, despite our long history of murder and rapine. One might hope for something better."
"Pheasants," Aarnr agrees, nodding sagely. Wolves, crocodiles, frogs and snakes are all very well, but his sights are set higher.
His question regarding the counting of teeth provides no definitive answer, but Caedric's promise that they'll be able to count them for themselves is welcome. Colwyn would be best for that task, having shown an interest in teeth before now ... which in turn reminds the priest of the horn taken from the dragon and his need for a leather thong from which to hang it. Perhaps in this Derindin one might be purchased from a shopkeep, with Erista's skill and cunning, for he has not the time to cure the hide of a beast himself.
Speaking the name of the Dungeon of Graves as a curse appeals mightily to the priest, though he has no doubt of Eilieen's opinion on opening hostilities in a built-up area. That the peoples of these lands prefer to forget about the horror that might at any moment swallow them whole, well that is not unheard of - indeed what else could explain Simeon's ancestor entering the fens in the hope of teaching anything other than what the insides of a fool looked like ?
... which is
undoubtedly not a question that would find favour with either their guests or the priestess of Zadastha. Aarnr's brow furrows as he tries to think of some conversational gambit that might do, though such is difficult as these men do not seem to share his own interests. Unless ...
"Do ye sing ?" he asks hopefully. "Or tell tales ?" Both might be expected of Oghma's followers and Aarnr enjoys a good battle-song or recounting of bloody battles fought long ago.