He would follow along with her, and while the staff itself may not be making him uncomfortably energetic, that's how he felt. He actually takes the time, as they are walking, to twirl the staff around his body,  careful to ensure neither the Druid nor any bystanders would be in the end of the decidedly lethal looking metal weapon. He was able to cave in the Shaman's head like a rotten melon.  The fact it seems so light, while he has shown himself to be about average in physical strength, might be an indicator of its magical nature; he had used it so fluidly in the fight, too.<br/><br/>"It's good to know these things.  Maybe we can trade information some time... I don't have the books to reference, but I'd like to think I've soaked up a good portion of what I did read," he continued to chatter with her, interjecting to complimenting some random persons nice looking, newly shined boots.  Suffering, for his part, does not seem to notice--or understand--when some people give him the strange looks; either because of the compliments, the little pair of horns on his head, or perhaps both.<br/><br/>"I wonder about its origins," He'd suddenly say aloud, tapping the staff several times quite rapidly on the ground, to indicate he was talking about this particular object. "I got it from a nice fellow, you know, for a really good price. I think. I am still a little confused by all the shiny circles," by which he meant coins. Now, that was nothing new; he did some times use a similar, but wrong, word to describe what he was actually talking about; like back in the dungeon, the 'door-pull' instead of 'doorknob'.