"Well of course not, never cared when someone else cleared that swamp out before either." He massaged his temple lightly, taking a deep breath. "I don't know."

Well... at least that he could answer. Though he fell silent at the question for a moment.

"... So I guess the... man I shot told ye that." Look, he didn't call him donkey this time!

"... It was the only thing that ever made livin' any easier. Feed the beast, relieve the illness. I've at least figured out what it gets from it. The husks here don't have what it needs."

He fumbled for a moment, removing his glasses to try and clean them of any dirt. Something to think about, other than this.

"Needs souls."