Ma'tanza listened with interest to Sabine. She was about to speak up when Tzirret suddenly mentioned the creatures she was talking about. Although, he started to say something about dreugh, which just caused her to laugh and shake her head. "No, no, there are no dreugh in there. The water is much too shallow for them. No, these little...monsters are bottom feeders. They're like...underwater scorpions, just without a stinger. They're terrifying to look at. Everyone is always telling Ma'tanza that they won't hurt her, but she doesn't believe it."

Bheja let out a sigh. "Ma'tanza, crayfish aren't dangerous. Even if you step on one, it will probably just scurry away."

"Hmph, says you." Ma'tanza retorted. Although, likely to Tzirret's dismay, she had not gone away from the prior topic. "Anyway, this one knows exactly what you're talking about. Her breasts are far too large. Bheja thinks it's a good thing, but this one doesn't see how. They're too heavy, and hurt if they bounce around. Ma'tanza usually had a length of cloth that she wraps around them for support. It definitely helps, though it's uncomfortable in its own way. This one wishes hers were like yours. You say you have an ointment, though? Are you an alchemist? Ma'tanza would love something like that. Maybe she wouldn't have to wear such a tight wrap."

Peiter, in all honesty, found it more entertaining to watch Tzirret's reactions rather than anything else. His experiences the previous day made him surprisingly apathetic.