Adoy will follow along with this group as long as gris comes with. but before leaving the temple Adoy approaches Tom and asks. 

"Where might my friend and I find you tomorrow if we should decide to investigate this mystery of yours?"

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"Gods aren't known to handle money well it seems." Ayoola says with a grin to the elven woman, who also offered to the temple. 

 Kathleen smiles and says, "Yeah. I guess you're right. I'm Kathleen Burns by the way." She points to Ghorbash and says, "That friendly half-orc admiring the temple over there is Ghorbash. You seem to be from out of town like us, Ms..."

As you sit down to a hot and hearty meal, a man wearing stained leather clothes strides into the room. 

"The reeve would speak with you!" He barks imperiously. "He would have you undertake a task for him, of utmost importance. Please follow me to the town hall."

 You are led through ramshackle alleys and dirty side-streets in the evening gloom to a perfectly plain wooden building in the center of town. The only notable difference between this building and others you have seen is that this houses two stories. A light shines in the topmost room. The man does not look back at you as he sweeps open the plain wooden door in the plain wooden building and leads you up a flight of plain wooden stairs. 

"The reeve awaits!" He says, knocking on a door at the top of the stairs.

"Yes yes, come in!" A tired voice wheezes from inside. You enter, your guide respectfully standing to one side and closing the door behind you. It is a cold room, a lone candle on the desk and a lantern by the only window shedding light onto the mans face. He is about sixty, and his gray hair and lined face speak of many years of hardship. He sits at a low desk, pen in hand, writing a letter. He smiles a painful-looking smile.

"Welcome, welcome my friends. I understand we have not met before, and that this must be a very abrupt meeting indeed. But, alas, that is the nature of the task I must set before you."

He begins to ask you to take a seat, but stops himself, as there is only one in the room.

"Yes yes, well. A letter has recently been given me by one Amos Guildlock, head of The Regal Dragon Trading Company. You must have heard of it? Yes yes, well. It seems that prominent member of the guild, one Todd Merryweather, a halfling, has illegally acquired a large sum of guild profits, and is hiding out in this very town with the goods. Amos has requested that the halfling be apprehended immediately. This is a poor town, but I have posted a reward of 300 crabbits to anyone that can bring him in, where he will be handed over to the guild in Riverwatch." 

He stands, and his form is stooped. 

"Will you take up the task?"

Kathleen says, "If you don't mind me asking Mr.Reeve sir, why pick us for this job? Couldn't a bunch of city guards do it better? And why meet us here?"

Ghorbash

Faced with the possibility of earning some money with his special skills, Ghorbash smiles to himself.   Addressing the reeve, he says, "I can bring in this bounty.  Where is he?"

"First, the young lady." The Reeve says, bowing low. "Yes yes, that is a very good question. My garrison, as well as being undermanned, is also quite incompetent. We are sailors, not soldiers here. The few men we have have enough on their hands with all the brawls that happen at the docks." He taps his nose knowingly. "Sailors, you know."

He turns to Ghorbash. "Yes yes, my half-orc friend. I see you are eager to bring in the bounty. I want it known, however, that the halfling is not to be harmed." He looks hard into the face of Ghorbash. Though braver men than he have looked into the stormy eyes of a half-orc and shuddered, the Reeve does not back down. The man seems to be made of iron. He looks back to the others.

"Todd Merryweather was last seen at the Screaming Eel Inn. I wish you the best of luck."

He shakes you each by the hand (even Ghorbash), smiling warmly. Then he sits back at his desk, a stooped old man with the weight of a town on his shoulders and only a single candle to light his way.

As they leave (I presume) Ayoola turns to the others. "Something's fishy. Do you guys think he is looking to use us as scapegoats? We all just freshly arrived, after all."

Kathleen nods and says, "I wouldn't put it past him. But I'm going to go with whatever you guys decide to do."

Gris: " I do not think there is anyone trastworthy in such a big town."

He turns to the Half-Orc

"Why this Guild can't do it himself?" (Gris does not know what guild exactly is) "Is he ill or something?"

OOC: As this is "task" does not requires directly killing harmless livings Gris is ok with helping Reeve. Helping others is essential to survive in forest

Ghorbash

Looking at Gris, he replies, "Two people in this world - weak and strong.  Guild must be weak."  Ghorbash is ready to go to the Screaming Eel and capture his prey.  Politics mean nothing to him as this is not his place.  He waits for everyone to be ready.

Adoy is following along with the group but he remains rather quiet. He looks around for any rats or small city dwelling creatures that he might be able to ask about the missing Halfling, using his speak with small beasts ability.

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Adoy is following along with the group but he remains rather quiet. He looks around for any rats or small city dwelling creatures that he might be able to ask about the missing Halfling, using his speak with small beasts ability.

Gris' spell has worn off by now, revealing his true form to the other adventurers, though it is hard to see in the gloom as the night approaches 9:00 PM.

(Darkvision 60ft) Kathleen notices Gris' changed form and jumps a little from surprise.

"How did you do that? You were a human just a second ago"

Gris turns to the party "well i think it is impossible to hide the real me. I am no human. You will probably recognise my kind from some childhood tales. But! It is not true! We do not still naughty kids when they sleep. Your kinds call us Firbolgs. We are ancestors of  old forgoten forest giants. We..well. I am.. And I am afraid i could be the last one in this region"

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"My friend speaks true. Long have I lived amongst the small creatures of the forest, and I have observed the Firbolg people many times. They are a gentle people, friends of the forest. My animal friends lament the disappearance of the Firbolg." 

Reacting to both Gris and Adoy, Kathleen says, "Hey no need to explain yourself to me. I don't judge people by their race, only by their actions" as she tries to look at two people in the eye at once but ends up moving her head from one person to another.

Adoy, on the lookout for animal life, notices three rats scurrying around in a rubbish pail. Two are fighting while the third watches and chews on a small grey lump.

Ghorbash

Walking to the inn, Ghorbash notices Gris change.  At first, he was surprised, but then turns back to the path and grunts in his direction.  He thinks to himself, "Some mighty race if none left but one."