Listening to the underling's story set off quite a few alarms in Dodger's mind. He was a thief, not a fighter. So if a bunch of burly loggers couldn't handle this beast, Dodger didn't like his chances. He liked to think they were level headed when it came to picking fights. Although he would fight if need be, they preferred to sneak past aggressors or get the drop on them and take the out quietly and non-lethally with his blackjack. The rules were different with beasts. More often than not, they were perceptive enough to find Dodger even when he was invisible. Furthermore, Dodger was fairly certain that this beast wasn't the kind of thing that went down after a hard tap on the head from a trusty knobbly. And finally, if the beast was attacking people, then it most likely knew how to fight. Dodger began to feel nervous.