"All of these names confuse me. Gator. Scottman. I don't know much about these delicate politics you've become embroiled in, but what I do know is that man tried to kill you. Clearly this Gator will continue to pursue you. So I advise that we get the location of this Gator from his lackey here, and as much other information as we can, and then go bring the fight to Gator. I've got a hankering for a little bit of fightin' and so I think this might be a perfect way to let loose this pent-up stress. Yes indeed."
Locke gave a low chuckle. Nayru had told him that the path to contentment and fulfillment and adventure involved humans and their crazy plans. This seemed like one of the craziest he'd seen yet - so why not just go for it and enjoy a good human-style dispute? A beatdown like the one this encounter promised would be a fun experience. Heck, maybe he could even find a fort to explode. Who knew?
The manakete idly swung his mace around, looking at the red-haired human. He took this matter so seriously. How trifling it seemed... It was indeed amazing what perspective did. In one hundred years, neither Gator nor Wei would be around to worry about this anymore. Did any of it matter? These little wars and puny battles? The world would just keep going. But no, for these humans this was the best they had, the most exciting, the most important.