[Everything in him rebels against the idea of initiating conversation with anyone, much less a stranger. He's as off-kilter as anyone else about these pamphlets, but no one else's input is going to make the situation any better, and he's always done a good job of not being curious. About anything.]
[But this gets him. He's walking down the street, pressed close to shop walls and shoving his own burden of pamphlets away in his traveling cloak, when he hears. Like. Babbling? It sounds like babbling.]
[He stops to listen for a bit. Then he seems to be waiting for something, until he realizes it's not coming. So, against his better judgment, he asks:]
denial
[But this gets him. He's walking down the street, pressed close to shop walls and shoving his own burden of pamphlets away in his traveling cloak, when he hears. Like. Babbling? It sounds like babbling.]
[He stops to listen for a bit. Then he seems to be waiting for something, until he realizes it's not coming. So, against his better judgment, he asks:]
Will not what?
[What are you even saying, man.]