Pinpehlu hesitates. Living in the City for his entire life, of course he had heard of Tamasic Men, although he never thought he'd see one. They seemed to be friendly enough, wretched though they appeared.
But they were Tamasic Men! Cursed because of their failings! The porter does not feel confident to trust them, let alone with his life if it comes to that.
Warily, he tries to focus on the bigger threat -- the ophilones attempting a siege on the tower. The spiders are coming, Pinpehlu realizes, and in his mind he pictures the little harmless spiders he used to chase out of his house with a broom. He smiles uncertainly, thinking that the spiders are having their revenge at last for being chased off...
"Can we scare them away somehow?" he says as he drops his bags to the floor near Dubi Gan. The porter makes sure he can watch his stuff at all times, and he produces his bale hook in order to defend himself.
"What do the spiders fear? A big broom? Birds? Fire?"