This, he might laugh at, if the truth of his answer didn't pain him so severely, if it didn't turn acrid on his tongue.
"You think they'd tell us their secrets? Him? His people?" He waves a hand as if to say, Look at him. Even absent, the Beastmaster's memory is enough to summon his erratic, exotic nature: a man covered in bandages, surrounded by beasts, seemingly at ease with them more than with fellow men. A strange thing, who growls and frowns and scents, more than he befriends or speaks.
"He doesn't increase the toll, in fairness to him. At least that much. We agreed: ten of each village. He only takes ten." As if that somehow improves things.
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"You think they'd tell us their secrets? Him? His people?" He waves a hand as if to say, Look at him. Even absent, the Beastmaster's memory is enough to summon his erratic, exotic nature: a man covered in bandages, surrounded by beasts, seemingly at ease with them more than with fellow men. A strange thing, who growls and frowns and scents, more than he befriends or speaks.
"He doesn't increase the toll, in fairness to him. At least that much. We agreed: ten of each village. He only takes ten." As if that somehow improves things.