Bedge's jaw dropped, and the toothpick he'd been idly gnawing on after cleaning his teeth fell to the floor. "Do you always preface a question with a monolog?," he asked in a good natured way. "I presume what we do is beat a hasty retreat, providing cover for the cap'n or any other official delegates and do our best not to set fire to the place on the way out! From what Mr Thistle and I have seen so far, this place is no small island. If one settlement turns hostile, we make a note and look for another, surely. Anyway, can't you just stock up on some spells to make people happy? Or what about the big guy, surely he'd have something that might soothe a savage beast?"

Goryn frowned at this, not in anger but in thought. After a moment he nodded his head and mumbled in his deep voice, "Yeah... that's a good idea. I can manage that..."