Shamush pales as the conversation seems to take a turn. He puts his hands forward, palms up in a beseeching gesture, saying quickly, "Wise lady, who has seen much more than we, please... this is our journey. We don't ask the gods to hold our hands, because we would not learn anything. Surely you have made sacrifices of your own to achieve your deep knowledge, sacrifices others might scorn or not understand. We travel with eyes open to the danger, even if we can not see all the angles you do."
He looks around and thumps his bear, sweaty chest, saying with force, "Some day I might like to return here, to live and learn. It seems like a deep well containing much truth, but I am too young yet, too young and foolish and full of piss and fight to gain much from settling here just yet. It isn't my time, and not my friends' time yet either. We would wither here. We may seem fools, but in truth I believe we are heroes, only still just rough metal being beaten into blades! You nurture potential here. Help us find ours, even if it means a short end for us!"