Hawthorne feels his nerves twinge for a moment as Argenti's stone rockets past him and then past the creature... and he turns back to the young woman with a raised eyebrow. "Really? You know, if you wanted a raise, Argenti, you could have just asked." He holds the look for just a moment, then breaks out into a grin and lets out a guffah one time. He then turns back to the meenlock, as the twinge of nerves he feels towards it being swallowed and ignored.
"Do you speak, creature? Can you understand me?" He waits a moment for response, then looks at the young half-orc holding onto the creature tightly. "Crock Jon, if this creature does not respond in a method we can understand, I think the best thing to do would be for you to walk it out of the village if possible and let it go. We can maintain an eye on it to make sure it leaves the area and doesn't come back."
"Do you speak, creature? Can you understand me?" He waits a moment for response, then looks at the young half-orc holding onto the creature tightly. "Crock Jon, if this creature does not respond in a method we can understand, I think the best thing to do would be for you to walk it out of the village if possible and let it go. We can maintain an eye on it to make sure it leaves the area and doesn't come back."