Kromgron shrugs at the mention of Paitsel. He didn't have much to do with the man, so he hardly had an opinion of him. He barely even knew Paitsel was in the camp half the time. "Again, I have little knowledge of tracking, and no knowledge of magic. I... don't know how I can be of use except to try to guard the camp or a tracker from harm," Kromgron says, looking somewhat dejected. He had felt rather useless during this confusing time. With little skills other than a few related to his mental abilities, and a tendency to rely on his strength, this skulking about was something he was about as well suited for as Kimble was to sing an aria.
