The Allspeech hasn't had enough to work with to translate just yet, but Thor can see Zelus' displeasure easily enough, and he places a hand on his chest and bows his head politely. "She will come to no harm in my company, noble Zelus," he promises.

Thor accompanies her half a step behind, and though he's paying attention to her, his head turns this way and that to take in the sights on their way, compensating for his blind side. "I never learned the techniques," he admits, quite shamelessly, a smile tugging at his mouth. "But the only brewers trusted with it are those who have spent centuries perfecting their craft. It's well worth the effort; only a small amount is needed to loosen the tongue of even my people."