Quentan looked up at the young human and put on his most agreeable face.... well, for him at least. "Tis meself's thinkin' tha' if'n ye be willin'... frum one priest ta anuther, ta continue th' gud professer's work an' study in ye library on' th' prison yonder on th' hill... Tis me thinkin' tha' sum'un wanted sumthin' particular an' tis ah need ta kno' who be thar when et burnt."<br/><br/>He placed his hands on his belt, near the holy symbol of his faith and angled his head a little, "If'n ye wuld be ah-willin' ta help meself done his work?"