"Infact, he's a nonhuman himself... I believe he once said his race was Crabby Hermit... so he's not the best one to talk to about humans. You must excuse us fine sirs, we need to find an old associate of ours in your fine city. Thank you for your help." Sylph turned to the party, looking at pretzel, he whispered to him. "I can't tell if you're aware of this or not, but sometimes some of the things you say can be misconstrued as offensive... We don't need to make any more enemies than we've already got. We have what we need here. We should go." Sylph then began to walk North.