"...Alright. Then there is nothing else," the druid murmurs tiredly, already stretching in the enticing heat of the fire. "I will have to tell the micefolk of Boryg what has happened. I would give the news in person, but... if there is still reason enough to go to Jejuna, they may have to make do with a messenger instead, so that I may go with you," he speaks to the party.<br/><br/>"...That only leaves you," he adds, much more quietly, as he balefully regards the lizard. "And while I might sometimes take a prisoner..." An expression of twisted fury crosses his features as he revisits the fate of the mousefolk guards, regarding his captive and whispering wrathfully, "I fear I have no rope." With that sentence, he lifts the ex-wolffolk toward his decisively-parting jaws.