[Haurchefant follows and watches with quiet concern. He's dealt with quiet types before but this fellow is completely silent. Silence is hard to read. It's stifling, almost.

With a voice, at least, he can get a sense of a person. He's not sure he can call his companion anything other than "stranger".

When the man drops the wrapped cloak, Haurchefant spreads his hands.]

I suppose we'd best keep looking for the medicines. Of the many supplies in this peculiar labyrinth I can hardly think of aught that would be of more importance.

[But he still has no idea where to look. Where he's from hospitals are single corridors lined with beds. This...this is different]