Indacalis
*Dak, too, watches the greyfolk closely, trying to discern their mood. He shifts uncomfortably and starts, remembering the communication device given him by the old mojh.*
"The old mojh-man might want to see these folks, I reckon." he says softly to himself. He pinches himself hard, trying to draw tears. As one streams down his face, he wipes it away with the amulet.*
[ooc: Sense Motive +4, Wis.]