"laughter!" he exclaimed, relishing her company thus far. he appreciated her answer to his question, this myth, and nodded at her when she had finished. "perhaps you will find what you seek here." he knew his place was not to gang-press her into swearing fealty to tartok, but he would certainly tell tonravik of her. for, while the dark woman enjoyed having would-be joiners come to her, certainly she would not be averse to a bit of news such as this.
"i have been hunting for some time, and have not been successful. perhaps you, with your admirable talent, might aid me?" his eyes danced as he invited her to a hunt; there was a chance to learn more of myth, if she would but accept.
"not far in the direction from which i came, there is a herd of deer, guarded by a lofty old stag." lasher was not interested in food, but engaging in a mutually satisfying chase would benefit the both of them.