( It... is not the most intuitive choice of an audience among the ones master Weisi had thought he would grant with expediency. In truth, come midday, when his men introduce the matter upon finding him in the midst of... hearing local grievances over the day's fifth bribed cup of wine at the outdoor tables of a tarvern, Hok-Shinn Weisi looks... rather perplexed.

So much so, in fact, that he neglects to even reject the proposal, and then, lo, behold. A sixth cup and the audacious horror of the creature before him.

It is, Weisi concludes with a half-hearted grimace he can't shake off, even uglier than brother Sairen explained it. And it wants to be of use. Fascinating. All too fascinating. )

How shall I put this, my friend... if they come to you injured, you'll frighten them the rest of the way to their deaths.