OOC - Joint post
“Who says Olag can help you with this problem?”
"Nobody says," Silt shrugs, "It makes no difference to Silt, but if Olag can help Silt, Silt can help Olag. Simple trade nothing more."
“Come, bird. Let’s talk.”
Olag leans the handle of a pick axe toward you, he then grabs up one for himself and starts to walk over to the switchback ramp. It is still early and the canyon here is still in the shade. The morning air is cool. Prisoners step out of Olag’s way as you both pass.
“I might be able to help you, so let’s hear what else you got to offer.”