Thwip’s mood, while not exactly the opposite of Sasha’s, isn’t anywhere in the same neighbourhood.
Thwip gives his deep thought frown that he is never aware that he makes, and mulls over it before answering. Being in the company of dwarfs tends to make him forget to guard his words around someone who is still a stranger.
“I’m not rilly certain, t’ tell t’ trut. What I needt t’ do is spendt some time in a library or a wizard’s book collection and research and I don’t know ifin yi all kin wait tat long. I want t’ look fir anyting about t’ magical artifacts off t’ past. Elven magic and the killers that use it. Banestorm history. Wars wit al-Wazif. Aronn himself…”
Thwip is lost in memory for a few seconds before continuing. "He was too close wit his seekrits. A simple plundter off an oldt ruin turndt oot t’ be a live and deat fight over an unknown power. He seemedt sick from a curse yet had considerable magicks. I didn’t trust him and… "
– And I was planning to kill him if it turned out he was a mad elf with an artifact of evil power I helped him gain.–
“Yet he gave his live t’ safe mine.”
Thwip turns away and looks carefully at the people around him, using it as an excuse to hide the tears that are welling up. He looks at the tension in their faces. Their confusion over seeing a goblin and beardless dwarf walking together. The distrustful and fearful looks they shoot at the guardsmen like everyone who recognizes those in power. The distrustful looks they shoot at each other. He smells the lingering haze of smoke. Hears the mummers. Recognizes the desire to have life go back to normal as soon as possible.
The second his eyes dry something turns over in his head. Later he would variously describe it as the clack of a clock, the popping of a deer’s eye soup, and the swearing of fear giving up.
He then turns his attention back to Sasha.
“But right now I want t’ help tese people get tere life back t’getter before they let teir fears destroy it all. Let’s poke aroond after mi arm is healdt.”