Jalakaag shrugs and lifts his hands in a gesture of doubt. He has no idea what to say to the man or what to do. After about one second, he changes his posture to a gesture of peace then simply stands as he was before the man spoke.
Whiron bows slightly in acknowledgement to the old man. “We have seen you once before. We did not disturb your altar, nor do we intend any disrespect. I find it strange that someone who is not born to or remanded to The Flats would bother coming to this place. All I think of is leaving here.”
