Dahak cracks the thick stick over his knee easily, tossing one half into the fire before using the other to stir the coals. Once he's finished, he settles on the ground before it, watching to make sure the flame catches the wood. He's been your guide through the brigand lands of Tuthington for the better part of three weeks, and in that time has hardly spoken a word other than to tease or snark. You get the impression he doesn't like you, an impression only enforced since the conversation between you has tapered down to nothing at all. But though you didn't know it, Dahak actually liked you just fine. You were a paying client after all, which was all he needed from you.