"Sound like friendly beasts. Bet they love to play catch." Maybe she has a point. The woman obviously knows more about these creatures than he does. Ignoring people who know better has only ended him knee-deep in fertilizer before.

The grip he has on his staff shifts as he finally gazes at Meg. She doesn't look like much. Maybe he can just outrun her and let the chips fall where they would if it all turned bad. "Do not suppose you have a way to stop 'em along with all the rest of your gabbin'?"