[Dylas is trying his best to remain as stonefaced as possible about this. He wants to look unimpressed, intimidating. But he's frazzled. Uncomfortable. His tail shifts every now and then, the naga equivalent of nervously tapping his foot. At least it's quieter.

For someone studying his face? He looks ashamed.]

There's no reward. It's...what we do isn't like that.

[He can't even make eye contact. He hasn't told this to anyone before, and he has the vaguest feeling that Rutile will go and ruin this somehow by saying something weird.]

It's been going ever since we showed up here. And where we were before, too.

[He could expand on their questions, but he can't. For now, he's just going to answer what they ask and nothing more.]