Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Well, now that she'd proven knowledgeable (to what extent he did not know, but he planned on finding out, so long as she'd let him) he was far more inclined to hang around. More and more, she interested him, particularly after her strange utterance. He could put up with a little abuse, verbal or otherwise, so long as he got what he wanted. They didn't have to be friends, but there was still much profit to glean from the encounter.

"Caiaphas," he repeated, the name awkward on his tongue, "Aesop. What'd you say earlier? It was another language, yeah?" He followed her hungry stare to the nearby beast. He didn't trust that they were not dangerous, though they seemed fat and lazy. It's breath steamed as it lay, and he turned back to her. "Seems like you got a good feel for the area, care to help a guy out?"