“Others?!” Vogg blurted out in sort of a cheer. Living so close to a port town, and often doing business there, Vogg had heard hundreds of stories about sea monsters, Lochness and Sirens and Krakens, all things he wasn’t sure he ever really believed. This was different, this was someone who made it his job to know about these things.
“Do you write…” Vogg paused for a moment, to think of the proper word in English. “books! Do you write books?” He asked excitedly, Vogg would read them. He was suddenly very curious about the waters even in this town, was their some unknown animal hibernating just below the thin ice of the lake?
Vogg stopped his thoughts abruptly, looking at Rolf in a suspicious manner, as if trying to figure him out. “You don’t lie, do you?”