The unexpected addition of other company, that which set the firbolg on edge, elevated the druid's own alertness to a state of heightened pitch. While he did indeed know their language, that of these other newcomers, it was clear the raven-priest cleric did too; her curiosity leading her to her feet, but not without having one of the other women step out and disappear not more than a breath after she finished describing her life in brief. Both of these turn of events were so sudden that from one side of the room his head followed, only to turn to the next.

Sweeping to the elder with his gaze, the aspect of the great cat raised a questioning brow. It was enough innuendo to not be offensive to whoever these others were and their business, but telegraphed its purpose to suggest he was at a loss. Regardless, he paid the turn of events more mind than he would have regularly, trusting the woman speaking to them; thus far, after all, she had trusted him earlier whereas the dragon was content to threaten him with a sword and magic. That was likely never to be forgotten, let alone much forgiven.