Though the man may have been strange, he certainly didn't seem at all malevolent. His demeanor seemed entirely helpful, though perhaps it was also because of the coins that jingled merrily in Sbatarra's hand. His face twisted into a grin not unlike that of some kind of scarecroiw, and he said in his hoarse voice, "I recognize your steps, child. Everyone has one, orcs with their stomping, dwarves and their shuffling, the skipping of a gnome. After all-" he made a laugh that was perhaps a tad unnerving- "they don't call them boots of elvenkind for nothing."<br/><br/>He rested both his hands on the head of his cane. "As for your destination, I can lead you there quite easily. Even if I'm blind, Burland can hide nothing from me." Cocking his head a bit to the side, he added, "An old man has to eat, you know..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>