((No, it's ok.))
"Welcome. Please, sit. Tell me what you want to know." Genson said in a soft, lulling voice.
Liviella started telling the story of the Seven Starred Seal, the possible dangers of it in the wrong hands, and so on. She ended by saying "So we need to know this fisherman's decendant to help find the Seal."
"Hmm. I don't give this information out freely. I can no sooner devine this decendant than I could single-handedly restore the dragons." he said somberly.
"But a friend of yours said that you might know who this decendant is." Liviella pushed.
"And what would you do to him if ever you found him?" Genson asked.
"What's it matter? All we'll do is talk and ask and with luck acheive the Seal from him." The untactful Suki said.
"Oh? So it's only The Seal that you're after then? And once you acheive that, you'll abandon him, discard him like an old work dog that's overspent? To me, that is very selfish and cruel." Genson's eyes flashed dangerously.
Liviella was alarmed by that look. "That is not our intent!" She flashed Suki a repremanding look to indicate that she was not helping. "All we would like to do is sit down and talk with him, ask him about any information about The Seal, thank him, pay him if he wants, and depart."
"Huh." He spat disbelieving. He was as bad as Suki had been, but worse in his own way... "That's sugar-coating it. Besides, he wouldn't like being left out of an adventure, I doubt."
Liviella's eyes widened. "How would you know what he would or wouldn't want?" Genson gave her a measuring look for a minute, looked at the rest of them equally as long, and finally said in a stiff, guarded voice "Because I am he."