“Thank you,” she said stiffly. She wasn’t sure if she was grateful for the compliment for something so ordinary to her, but surface customs tended towards showing grace for politeness’ sake. And he did seem very… genuine. She really wasn’t sure [i]what[/i] to make of this man. “Yes. Bugbears are usually compliant workers, but they need to be put in their place every once in a while like all slaves. And sometimes they choose not to learn,” she finished with a shrug.

She could admit to herself, at least, that his fascination with the weapons was a little endearing. Now that the immediate threat had subsided, she went to the shelf and pulled down the crossbow and its arrows, setting them on the table to ensure everything was in working order while he did his own inspections. With these and the axes she was set for now, so her next move was over to a wall near where they had entered where she had seen a particular blue moss. Her fingers gently ran over the surface to find a spot to pull it up from. “Your plan… sounds… good,” she said as she worked it off the wall.

She managed to roll up a decent amount and brought it to the table to set down. “This is also edible. It may be an acquired taste, I don’t know. If you do like it, don’t harvest it yourself, because there is another that looks similar that will make you sick. You won’t die, but it will not be pleasant.”

She paused for a moment. She was looking at him, or at least in his general direction, looking conflicted.  Finally, she said, “I can show you a few Undercommon hand signs. Whenever you’re ready. It will make it easier to avoid making noise if we need to.”