"We wish only to pass through and bear you no ill will. The air is foul and we must travel on and get above ground. If you forbid that to us then we will fight, for we must, but I for one would sooner keep my blade sheathed."
"I am sorry but I only have travelling rations, which are not very appetising. Still, you are welcome to share my food if you will."
Hawkslayer slings off his pack and takes out the most edible parts of his food and proffers it to the crabs.