Huh--think I've heard of them, here and there. [Thoughtful, distracted, as he tries to pull up those memories. Nothing firm; things overheard at a meal or in passing in the halls. He gives up the effort shortly.] But nothing concrete. Still, if they've got someone like you here to speak for 'em, they've got to be good people, haven't they? [Anyone who'll scramble in the small hours of the morning to save a bunch of starving kids is worth gold in Myr's estimation.] I'll be glad to meet them.

[Walks, real dirt, bunny-pigs in blankets. Has he really let himself be talked into this? Seems like.] Furs. Got it. Shouldn't be so hard to find something nug-sized while I'm out looking for myself. [A moment's pause as he reviews what he's heard.]

Right, and that's me out of questions for now. Off to rescue a nug.