“I'd like to know just what you've been doing in there. On second thought, no, I'm much happier not knowing. Fine day to you.”
— upon your first encounter with him.
“Not much I could tell you of the good priestess. For one, I'm not sure she can't hear us, even now. Her power covers this town and she coddles it like a newborn child. Smothers it, sometimes, if you ask me.”
“He's the Priestess' old watchdog, that's what he is, and my "commander." She says bark, he barks. Bite, he bites. He keeps me and the militia orderly - and sits on his bench. That's all.”
“It's what we've got for a prison, here. Common cells of that way - they don't get much use. Hardly none at all. Then there's, well, there's what lies beyond this door, which is neither for you nor I to go poking about in.”
“Why, you should've seen what happened: a Fae came marching out, and right up the hill. Heard the Priestess shout, and gasp - and then old Nil come running down mad as a hare. Don't know how you missed him go.”
“Somehow the freeing of that Fae has weakened her powers. Don't think a soul's said, but everyone knows. I heard she can't heal any more. But the thing that's worst is that for the first time, she's erred. Now they all know she can.”