He runs a finger on the edge of his axe, and frowns. Shaking his head sadly, he mutters, [i]"Why must we rely on humans?"[/i] Then responding to the Vendor, he says, "Yes, my good man. Would you have a sharpening stone in your possession? My blades are dreadfully dull." He walks up to him, while putting his axe and scythe away.