"Th-thanks." The world didn't end when Garrot was honest about it. He's not dead. He can trust Xaljim. And that lifts a weight off his shoulders. Garrot's not smiling, of course, but there's a shift in his temperament.

"Can... any of the other companions see those papers you're throwing?" He brings a hand to his beard and raises an eyebrow. Garrot's bouncing back, now that he's getting a feel for things. "I could tell you everything I know, and you can write it all down so you're not in the dark anymore." He swallows down his apprehension, because it's obvious that Xaljim's his ally in all this.

"There's something different about this year."