Barrow Fields it's brains without hearts have set saint against sinner

 he shakes his head and blix doesn't know whether that's an answer or a lack of understanding, but she takes it to be an answer. well - it makes sense, anyway, she doesn't know of anyone around here quite like him, or who speak that strange fancy tongue. 

 then he goes on to address her this time. she blinks, following the lines of his snout as he theatrically snifts the air and gestures towards the north, toward home. blix doesn't one hundred percent get what he's asking, but she nods and says, "drageda is there." he won't know what drageda is of course - and normally she wouldn't go handing out information like that, but the weird ghost wolf isn't very threatening and won't understand her anyway. "i'm from there," she adds, pointing to herself again before pointing back to the mountain-lined horizon. the gona doesn't know furi's met him already - she wonders why he's interested in - well, that direction, she guesses, unsure if it's the mountains or some other thing he knows about.