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"Tame? Hmm, no," he grunted rummaging noisily in his pouch for something. He'd been much too preoccupied with the creature to listen to the conversation before Esther approached him... or at least if he heard he wasn't saying anything about it. Sometimes it was hard to tell with him.

"A creature like this... there is no 'tame.' You are either food, or not food. Feared, or respected," He explained. "Like the 'cat' that one of the lads 'rescued' from a cave back at 'Chimera's Nest.' Do you know why they called our stronghold 'Chimera's Nest?'" He asked with a grin as he produced a large, unpleasantly fragrant strip of some kind of unidentified dried meat.

"Because that cat grew into a mighty fine specimen of Chimera and turned one of the stronghold peaks into a nest. We sieged it for weeks but the stubborn thing would just not die or leave. Finally we gave up, picked up the whole warcamp and moved it to the adjacent peak. Next weekend, I was out on the wall, in the dimmest, coldest morning of the winter enjoying a hot cup of Djansam when who should arrive... Aslak," he chuckled. "That Chimera chased him all the way to the base of the mountain," he said, with a great big smile at the memory.

Those were the days...

"Anyway, I fear your authorities will put her down after you take the owner in for his transgressions. So... I will release her in a safe location. If she respects me as 'not food' she may choose to accompany me for a time," he explained, looking up at the rest of the group for one moment and then leaning down towards Esther, whispering "quietly."

"I fear the Elf might always be 'food.' I hear Elf flesh is very succulent," he nodded to her sagely with a knowing look, dangling the "treat" over Georgina's head.