Forgath considered.  He was little-moved by talk of chances, and he surely didn't need sympathy.  But then, what difference did it make?  If he went with the creature, at least he could sate his curiosity a little further.  He stood slowly, and Puffy backed off a little as Forgath rose to his intimidating stature; the creature didn't quite come up to his belt. He drew in a deep, cold breath, letting it out in a sigh that only just became a word near the end: