Danzar
Verzeg takes off his helmet, showing his scarred face. He scratches his nose in thought and turns to the other trollkin.
"The hooman is talking about money." He opens his pouch and takes out a clack, showing it to them. "No Madzeg, don't eat it."
"This is a clack, it can be traded for other things. What the hooman says is that if we do some work for him he'll give us our very own clacks, and we can trade them for things. I have a lot of these things and that's where I got a lot of my stuff, and all my spells and things."
He can see their fear and quickly adds "no, we wouldn't be slaves again, this is kinda different. We can leave when we like, all we have to be is polite and give a certain amount of warning that we want to go. I think that staying quiet for a bit and letting the uzko get bored and leave is a good idea. We would still be going to Smalltown, just waiting a bit and getting clacks in the meantime."
He looks at them for their replies.