The young man, boy really, swallowed again and shook a little less. “I haven’t heard of a-anyone that was hired to h-help us clear the drow,” he said. “But then ag-gain I don’t hear much out here. The s-smell doesn’t usually al-low for long conversation.” It appeared his stutter wasn’t just from fear.<br/><br/>He put down the hatchet and began to walk around the room, lighting candles here and there. With the last one he puts the candle into a holder and turns towards Catherine, getting a better look at her. He swallows again. “W-what d-do you need?” he asks, now having a hard time meeting her eyes.<br/>