Yeah, something like that. [ He takes another bite of his sawdust bar and lets silence descend again from his end. But you can only chew on something for so long until you have to swallow it. Especially when it starts tasting like rejected oatmeal. With a sigh, he takes a moment to scratch at the side of his head. ]

I mean someone has to keep them from getting too close for comfort around the towns. Not everyone's trained to deal with the big guys, you know.