[ Goodsir's heart skips a beat, and he immediately thinks: Silna. Then he shakes his head. ]

Our encounters with them were less than happy, truth be told. What—

[ His throat catches; he has to swallow before he can finish the question, afraid of what the answer might be. ]

What sorts of stories do they tell?

[ Do they talk about the shaman who was shot? About the family slaughtered? ]