Alarion:

Qelline wipes her brow, leaning on her weeding stick.  Every time her son has come close she's waved him away to another task, and now calls to him "Go fetch us some water, would ya m'dear?"

Once the boy is out of earshot she confides.

"This gang, the so-called Redbrands - they moved in and make no end of trouble.  They frequent an establishment of ill-repute on the far edge of town.  If they don't find you first, you can find them there.  The tavern is called The Sleeping Giant."

Gabriel:

The youth takes a second look at you and lowers his pitchfork.

"You really not here to make trouble are ya?  Are you really... a Knight?  Because if that's true we need your help.  Damn - I mean - darn, that Harbin Wester, he ain't doing nothing about it!"

The teen seems to be about to spit on the ground but glances at his sister and gulps instead.

"That cloak you got, I heard my sis and you... lemme see.  An I tell ya, you oughta visit town hall and see what's up with that 'elected official'."

G&G:

The teen looks at the ripped cloak and the writing on it and barks out "Hah!  Those Redbrands can't even spell!  I know more about my letters than them!  I bet they meant to spell Sleeping Giant!"

"Thank you," Alarion says. "I promise you they will be dealt with."

"And what might be this sleeping giant?" Gabriel prompts the young man.

Kathrine listens intently then nods. "Undead are definitely an issue that cannot go without being dealt with." She says. "For the redbrands, I would imagine that will sort itself out without needing to take much action on our part, as I doubt they will like an adventuring group like ours being around. Likely they'll act first and take the problem of seeking them out out of our hands." She glances to Cringer. "We'll have to speak with our other companions first, but I will strongly suggest we take a look at this Old Owl Well."

Cringer sticks out his scrawny chest. "Cringer loyal." He says. "Deal with red band, deal with zoms, what want."

Garbeil feels like in the few seconds in his time that has passed since he asked his question days in some alternate reality may have passed.

Grzak grabs a javelin and begins to pick his teeth as he waits for either youth to reply.

OOC I may not be able to keep going right now.  I'll try soon

OOC: hope everything is alright with you, that damn thing called real life getting in the way I take it. 

(I’m sorry folks but I’m going to retire Grzak. It was a lot of fun getting to know your characters and I wish you all well in your adventures.)

(No worries, it was good meeting and gameing with you as well)