"I don't know." Teg shrugged against the ground, reaching up for the wine. "I could not talk sense to him them, I can't now. Reason was outside of his reach completely."
Taking a drink, he placed the bag aside Leland's leg and rolled over, bringing his arms up under his head. Sleep would happen soon, he knew it, but settling down to bed with such company to talk to was nice, as long as he could stay away from sensitive subjects. He had gone so long, years without someone to talk to. Animals were too simply minded to talk back, even though they had their own set of needs and wishes.
"A man with money, power or talent is dangerous. At least Estroir seemed sick with grief, unlike your beguiler. I can only hope it will pass and Estroir will realize his wrong. Until then...I guess I just planned on secluding myself to the woods. I'm alright with that. But now there's you...so that changes, and that's fine. As long as there is fire handy, I can hide." He reached up, tapping his temple. "Thick as mud when I want it to be...sometimes even when I don't." He laughed, nestling onto the surface of the floor.