Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid
Shai frowns, sitting on the floor, Dyspeer curled up next to him.
"Well, I don't wanna let the whole town go gooey," he says, "but after all that, I'm sure not like to throw myself in for the full clean up, that's for sure. Look where it got Rokelsh.
"We told the magistrate we'd bring him proof, so I say that's what we do, and we let him sort out what to do next his own self."
A sudden notion seems to take Shai. Dyspeer, seeming to sense the change in his human, sits up, alert.
"Now, ya know, seems to me that white-plume fellow was a good friend of the magistrate. Ought to make him the best chance for proof, I think, either 'cause he sees one of the critters, or if he gets a crazy notion, 'cause he turns into one of 'em."
Dyspeer lets out a distressed whine, and Shai breaks a grin. "I don't mean push him at the thing, Dys. But he seems like the sort might be overconfident. Besides, the priest gave us what we need to keep him from changing all the way. That don't mean he couldn't learn a lesson by being afeared of the change, yeah? Might even make him more eager to tell his friend the magistrate."