"No, sir. I'm no wizard. But travelling means acquiring unexpected companions."
He's no good at guessing the ages of dwarves, of course, and he has no idea when "used to be" might have been. The dwarf made no recognition of him mom, Jyn, and so it might have been longer than the thirty years she'd been living there.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Ironslag. Perhaps you could tell us something of the gnolls? I've never seen one, live. But we knew they were here."
He doesn't volunteer that they are gnoll hunting, since it seems the dwarf might have had some unfortunate run-ins recently. But maybe he knows something of the magic they use?
He's no good at guessing the ages of dwarves, of course, and he has no idea when "used to be" might have been. The dwarf made no recognition of him mom, Jyn, and so it might have been longer than the thirty years she'd been living there.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Ironslag. Perhaps you could tell us something of the gnolls? I've never seen one, live. But we knew they were here."
He doesn't volunteer that they are gnoll hunting, since it seems the dwarf might have had some unfortunate run-ins recently. But maybe he knows something of the magic they use?