The specified island's characteristics, remained rash the more these people talked about them. That one middle aged man was the least interested, and only cared when William briefly talked about why he needed this material to begin with.
Such an interest was absurd, especially since this same man hadn't offered anything so far, but his presence was yet to be considered a threat.
Instead, the bunch avoided sensitive topics, by joking about the natives across the island which they had an eye on.
"They dug holes?" William asked.
"Big holes!" The oldest guest, answered. "That dusty, volcanic ash in a pain in the ass to deal with, so they went underground. They love fish too, so who's to say that they didn't build tunnels near the ocean as well?"
"They're crafty... Too bad we can't understand them lizards, their language is so bizarre. Erg, they stone every outsider too, so we should probably avoid them." Another man punctually added.
