Another flat-eyed look was shot Worick's way, more for effect than anything else. He was used to the man's behavior, and much though a louse he might act, Nic knew he was made of better quality than he wanted people to know. Fortunately, Nic didn't have a lot to say on the matter, which meant no one knew Worick's dirty little secrets, but for the few people in their lives that got that close.

Once they were in the village proper Nic was able to get a better grasp of where they were: a soft land full of soft people, harmless as far as he could see. Farmers, children. Even the creatures really didn't look all that threatening. Granted there were ones as big as Earth pachyderms but they - much like elephants - probably weren't aggressive on their own. No trouble from he and Worick and he doubted there would be any issues, which meant all they really had to do was ask for directions and get a head on the land. Provided Worick didn't screw it up being Worick.