Rixton:

I take a knee in relief at the giant falling dead. "He kept his answers but he paid for his transgressions, I suppose. Maybe Larg will be able to shed some light on things." I wince as I probe the tender wounds on my shoulder and side. "Ladrian, you might be best suited to obtaining some answers from the giant's intended prize. I suspect he was the stable hand rumored to be the Weevil, if you need a conversation starter."

Ladrian

He moves to the fallen giant and tries to retrieve some of his bolts as well as any loot or trinkets the giant might have in his possession.

After that he moves to the group of villagers "Congratulations everyone, you have been saved by our amazing quartet, the "Fantastic Four". You might have heard of us. Now who is in charge around here and what can you tell me what this giant wanted from you?" he quickly glances over the remaining wounded friends "And a bit of hospitality would be very much appreciated"

Attached to Kaltivar's belt is a sack containing 800 pieces of gold and some kind of magical scroll.

Andor, Carrow, and Rixton recognize the scroll for what it is: a Scroll of Protection, specifically against undead creatures. 

In response to Ladrian, one of the guards replies, "I am Delryn, a captain of the guards of the Keep, and, yes, we owe you our thanks."

Delryn then looks at the half-orc and asks, "Arzastra, this dwarf--Larg--is your new stablehand. What do you know of him? His presence here has caused great harm, no?"

Arzastra looks mildly put out by the question. "Lost his friends he did, in an avalanche in the Valley of Khedrun. Larg was the sole survivor, and here he is...trying to start over in life, and you know, Delryn, I've been needin' a new stablehand for months now." 

Delryn narrows his gaze at the sack containing the dwarf and, then, at the slain bugbears and frost giant. To one of the other guards, he says, "Gather the others and some horses. Rid this place of the dead, please." 

The captain then approaches Larg, nudges him with his foot, and says, "Tell us a bit more about yourself, please."

From within the sack comes the answer, "Arzastra tells the truth, captain. How 'bout lettin' me see the light of day and we'll talk some more?" 

Rixton:

"The Fantastic Four, huh?" I say to Ladrian. "I think you meant to say, 'Thanks, Rixton. You kept a giant and four bugbears occupied as only a true hero could.'"

I walk stiffly over to the captain, looking ridiculous as he talks to a sack. "He's no threat, captain, except for the lies and misdirection he's likely to spin. We'll be able to read him better if he lies directly to our faces."

I untie the sack and let it fall down around the dwarf's legs where he sits on the ground.

Andor

"True hero indeed Rixton, well done, if ever we needed someone to waffle on while we mopped up a small army before running around a town and then killing even more bad guys when we arrive you would be the very first choice." Smiling as he says it the sorcerer walks up to the rest of the group. "It's good to see you safe though, you took a real risk engaging them, that giant could have flattened you with one hit!" 

Looking down at the bag he adds "Kind of them to gift wrap our friend here for us wasn't it?  Saves us having to track him down ourselves."

Rixton:

"Army of goblins," I clarify. "And a calculated distraction by Kaltivar there. He would be long gone with Larg by now if things had gone differently."

I turn to Larg and look him in the eye. "Why are you so valuable, Larg?"

Insight: 8

Andor

"There were three ogres and and whole bunch of hobgoblins too..." he realises Rixton has already moved on to Larg and turns to one of the nearby guards as if they had been the intended target of his conversation all along. "Still we can't take all the credit, you lot didn't shirk your duties either, I see you all got in some shots of your own on the big fella."

The dwarf looks thoroughly disgusted with the entire situation as he runs his hands through his black hair and beard in attempt to fix his disheveled appearance. "Valuable? Me? Just doing my daily tasks...as set before me by Arzastra. Can't be any harm in that, right?"

Larg takes a look at Kaltivar and says, "Dimwitted giant had some crazy notion in his head that I'm a wanted man. Well, it seems he's paid for his mistake, eh? Three cheers for the heroes, I say. Three cheers." 

Rixton:

I shake my head. I cannot detect his lie except by deduction. "Rumor has it you are the Weevil. What did the Weevil do to warrant the giants' interest? It isn't like they will claim the reward for you in Mirabar. No, they want you for another reason, Mr. Weevil. You have a skill or you have upset them directly, I'd wager. You can talk or I can figure it out without you, making you useless. You might as well hang on to your usefulness, Larg."

Insight: 22

Carrow 

Burning through him like a fever his emotions begin to boil as he looks about his companions, detailing each injury they carry as he casts an eye between them all. All until he reaches the Half-Orc and the Dwarf, a hand on the hilt of his sword the rage boils in him as he storms towards her.

In Orcish

 Slipping back into common he looks at the pair of them before him "This group owes you no allegiance and very nearly paid the ultimate price for ridding you of this Giant, answer truthly the man who you now owe your life "

Arzastra frowns at Carrow before saying, "So that's it, huh? Chastising a proprietor of an inn for not fightin' with a giant?! I suppose I should've thrown an empty tankard at him, huh? Or maybe chased after him with a carving knife and iron skillet?! No doubt my apron would've served as a fine suit of armor! Bah!"

She then turns to Larg and yells, "You're fired!" before turning her back on the group and and stomps back to the inn, where she slams the door quite emphatically. 

The dwarf shakes his head and chuckles softly. "Bagged by a giant...accused of being a criminal..and now...out of work. And to worsen matters, accused of using a laughable alias such as 'the Weevil.' Utter silliness." 

Larg then stands up and says, "Why did the giant come for me? Sadly...," he points toward Kaltivar, "...the only one who can answer that seems a bit indisposed. We've all had enough amusement for the day, haven't we gentlemen? "

The dwarf's performance is convincing, but Rixton and Ladrian can see through Larg's nonchalance. Everyone can sense that Arzastra is being bluntly honest. 

Rixton:

"That is an excellent summary," I say to Larg. "If you have nothing else to offer, we shall take you to Mirabar ourselves for your sizable reward."

Persuasion: 8

Carrow 

The Ranger draws his shortsword and in one moment allows his heritage to get the better of him. Turning, muscles tensed, he plunges his weapon into the giants side with a howl.

Panting as the rage drains from him he begins to take deep and heavy breaths. Guilty now at his outburst he walks away from the group and into town. His sword still shaking in the giants side from the impact. 

Vigan

The goliath watches Carrow's outburst in silence, his gaze following the ranger as he walks away.  Leaving him to whatever demons might be tormenting him, he addresses the matter at hand...

"Rixton, you are sure this is our dwarf?"

Rixton:

I shrug. "Fairly sure," I say. "But it is no gamble, really. If we are wrong, we get no reward, sure. But the Lord's Alliance will be very interested in something that the giants' attacked Xantharl's Keep for."

I look directly at Larg with a stony face to let him know I am utterly serious.

Intimidation: 16

The dwarf shrugs his shoulders and says, "Your mind is set on taking me to Mirabar then? Can't see that I'll win an argument against the five of you. I'll enjoy the looks on your faces when the authorities tell you I'm not the Weevil."

Delryn, the captain of the guards, chimes in, "If you're innocent, Larg, return here with a letter from the Axe of Mirabar, and I will restore anything you've lost." 

"Quite a show you're runnin' here, captain," retorts Larg. "A man is guilty first and must go about provin' himself innocent."

Andor 

"We came here looking for him and if Rixton thinks it's him then I'm inclined to agree. Ladrian, you are pretty good at reading people too, you think the same?" 

Rixton:

"Innocent or not, the giants are making a move and they wanted you. You no longer have the luxury of hiding out in a stable. Larg, you just become central to the giants' unrest whether you like it or not."

I request a pair of manacles to transport Larg when we go.

"We'll need to retrieve our horses and we may want to stay the night here before we go," I say to my comrades.

Andor 

"No maybes about it, we need to rest up before we head back. I'm happy to get the horses and bring them in. Carrow you look like you could do with a walk, want to keep me company?" 

Carrow 

"Aye I'll come along" The ranger stands and falls in next to Andor as they head out for the horses.