Ripley nervously grimaces, as he always does when he sees Talky. "What do you want Talky, I can't do anything right now." He glances around, before pulling a gold piece from his bag and tossing it to the mad cripple. "There, do you want some coin? Now, I really must be off." Ripley tries to continue onward to Maron Goldtooth, trying not to think about how he could end up like Talky.