[ While Gale preferred persuasion to get things done, he was not above some intimidation tactics (not by him, never by him.. there was not a single intimidation bone in his body-- Lae'zel knew that and so did Gale, all told.) and with the way that the man stuttered with the abject fear of-- the Elder Ones? in his voice, it made it prime opportunity to sneak into the following. ]

I suppose the tongue could be saved if, oh I do not know-- the best way to enter this archive in a manner most subterfuge was provided. After all information a tongue can provide, for continued use for the tongue. I am sure that Lae'zel would agree that is a fair exchange.

[ The light clicked on in the man's eyes and then there was a blurting out of a single word ]

There is a r-root cellar where deliveries are made! That is.. all I can tell you.. f-f-for the Elder's sake, I need my tongue.

[ Naturally for proselytzing.. and licking boots. ]

I can concur, I am rather fond of my tongue as well-- [ He looks to Lae'zel, he has determined that is sufficient, however he defers final verdict for the Githyanki. ]