Narz shook himself and appeared to come out of his own little world at last since Dakkurz mentioned house clean up. He's a little confused by appearance as well after, seeing some of the grim looks on people's faces. Fortunately, he was not a hobgoblin without his wits, and quickly put two and two together after taking in everyone's positioning; especially that of Rillex. So quietly he just folded his hands behind his back, and lowered his gaze to the ground only long enough in a somber show of respect for the day. Condition would only allow for that few seconds though before the head's back up and the hobgoblin wizard is back to keeping a wary eye on everything going on within the bar. He says nothing however to break the mood in wanting to give people time to sober up at their own pace.

Miros worried look turns to dread at the confirmation. When Claire eventually hands over the letter (assuming you will don't see why you wouldn't) he reads it quietly to himself. Its hard to tell behind all the hair but you think he may be crying or at least trying not to. Ah...well...I see. I, uh, need a moment to meself. Help yourselves to the bar. Miros leaves, heading through a door that leads to the back of the Inn followed by Rillex. A few moments of silence pass before Dakkurz whistles and says Well, that was awkward. While you're bearing bad news...this Nadaar fellah ya mentioned, wouldn't happen to be a black scale dragonborn would he? Gum-Gum nods and describes him best she can and Dakkurz has to eventually raise a hand to stop her. So, guess he's dead then. We'll y'all really know how to kill the mood don't ya? Gum-Gum looks saddened at the news while Dakkurz just looks pissed. She grabs a bottle from behind the bar and takes a few sips before finally speaking up again. Meh, don't give me that look it ain't your fault the fool got himself killed before ha knew 'Im. Can't blame ya for bearing bad news. But let's not dwell on it, you had buisness with us? We're looking  to hire? Well I'll hear ya out but no promises. As I said we are sticking around for the time being but I'm sure we can come to an agreement.

Around now is when you notice is seems the wizardry looking woman in the room has left, and the halfling has stopped playing is music and seems to be listening with interest to all that's occurring.

 Narz nodded to Miros but would not partake of anything just yet. Another bit of condition that, at least in that moment, left Narz looking longingly at some of the bottles for a second or two. Remembering decorum, he sat up straighter in his seat, and quickly focused back on everyone else. The hobgoblin almost hesitates seeing the interested looks from the woman and halfling, but simply shook his head, visibly appearing to dismiss any concern. But, they were on notice now, and it was a bit evident by Spaz' keeping an eye on them from the bar.

"That is more understandable, and I respect your straight forwardness on the subject. And while I would confess to some interest in your interest in that Nadaar buddy, it best I stick to business, eh? So, speaking of, your not the only one with some house cleaning that needs taken care of. For as much as it troubles me to admit, some of my own kin found themselves... unwisely making business with fire giants for power, betraying and turning the rest into little better than slaves to them. Even had the audacity of slaughtering the peacemakers of the clan without due honor given at the giant's whim." He said gradually calmly, but with a noticable edge to his voice by the end.

"Needless to say, this won't do. And while I do hold aspirations that my current company's-" He does a sweeping gestures to Rollo, Claire, and Alyed. "-activities will eventually lead in that direction, it is not operation to be taken lightly, eh? So, this is where you and yours might come in once that the time is right."

Claire watches after the bartender worriedly, and then turns to engage in the conversation between Narz and Dakkurz.  "At the very least, we'd like to exchange information, of which we have little of now, unfortunately, but we aim to investigate and deal with the hill giants first.  Is there anything you can tell us about the hill giants?  Where they're encamped and such?  Any preconissance we do we'll relay to you in return."  She nods to Narz.  "I'm in this until the people of this land can sleep soundly without worrying about boulders dropping on their homes.  If that takes us to fire giants, we can handle that together."

Torsus nods, deciding he may have to seek out a druid of power some time and see what he could learn form them if they could animated tree's to sentience and storytelling prowess. At the question however Torsus smiled a bit saying Mm on the business level, I am here on behalf of the Bladesemmers to assist in routing or slaying the Giants that have recently become a threat across the land. Makes me somewhat curious how you would fare in a fair fight against one, considering your species.... your kinds natural toughness. But musings aside, on the personal level I am here to test my own magical muscle, as it were. I've managed to get through my life till now by keeping relatively weak creatures away, but i've never tested myself against something potentially stronger than myself.

I also have other reasons, but those are something I have yet to see to. But know I am an eager learner, and I always, at-least try to do the right thing. But I thank you again for the story, it is easier to see the foundation of your on building when you look at one that already exists. Speaking of which, I should probably return to my ... allies in this, before I am overly missed, or perhaps some bad news is spoken.

Torsus would wait long enough to allow the old female tree to say any parting words, or ask any parting questions, should anything he have said sparked interest and would stay long enough to answer them but once all was done, he would bow deeply, and take his leave, heading back to where the others should be.

Outside with Torsus: Lifferlas just "hmmms" with interest as he listens and finally says I see, yes the giants in the area have been a nuisance. I wish you luck on your mission. As for myself, I have no interest in fighting in any kind, and I do not leave the walls of this town. Still, I assure you if there is ever a threat within the walls I will not hesitate to defend the people of Goldenfields. This is my home after all, just as much as it is theirs. I've seen many generations of people thrive here, and I would like to see many more. The living tree wawaves branch at you as you leave before turning his attention back to the kids and making sure they don't play to rough.

Back at the Inn: Dakkurz nods in understanding at Narz's request. She takes another sip from the bottle. Aye, I can understand that. Its hard enough for us goblinoids out here trying to make a living, letting folk like that live just seems to be asking for more trouble. Well, suppose we could aid ya in your hunt, for a price that is. But not until I have that traitor Snigbats' head on a spike. Once that's taken care of we can discuss terms. As for your questions little lady, Dakkurz puts the bottle down and leans against the bar, turning to face Claire, Can't say I've got all that much information for ya.

The last giant attack was pretty pitiful, just a couple of dumb lunks tosses boulders at the wall. Truth is the people here would have scared them off on their own, didn't need my help. But they don't seem too smart these ones, even for hill giants. They ran off into the woods not long after their attack. We sent Snigbat with some of our scouts to track them down but...well seems the little traitor decided he'd rather join up with the giants. Maybe he thinks he'll get more food and riches that way, I don't know. All I know is several of the other goblins joined him, those who didn't were slaughtered. Only one of my scouts made it back to share the news. Before we could go out to track the snows came. Word is that there was another goblin clan nearby that was joining the giants as well so, I expect my crew to be outnumbered and in unfamiliar territory. But Goldenfields has nice strong walls, so I figured we would wait for them to make the first move.

While this conversation is occurring the halfing has moved from his spot at the table and snuck behind the bar, noticing this Dakkurz grabs the man by his shirt collar and lifts him up. With a handful of different alcoholic drinks the halfling goes red in the face and shouts Hey what gives! Miros said we could help out selves! Dakkurz sighs and she puts the drinks he took back before tossing him to the floor. He gave that offer to the new arrivals, and I'm already paid for. Don't think he gave you permission to drink him dry Oren. The halfling brushes himself off and crosses his arms indignantly. Bah, it was just a couple of drinks! The halfling stomps out the door muttering something about not being able to write lyrics with a sober mind. 

Torsus, as you arrive back at the Inn you see an angry looking halfing storming out. You can see you friends inside when he opens the door talking to a pretty though looking Hobgoblin woman.

I'll post a bit more tomorrow, let you all continue your current

Narz nodded along at parts, as well as pulled out a small book to put ink to page and recorded some of the detail. As the self-proclaimed graviturgist is considering a response, the exchange between Dakkurz and Oren shakes him out of it. The aftermath arns the halfling's back a look of disdain and annoyance from at least more than one goblinoid. Yet...

"Back to where we were, it is a sound strategym. By all accounts, you won't have to wait long either for the attack. Between the wintry conditions and prodigious appetites of hill giants, they'll be forced to strike. Least they come apart a bit at there seems, eh." Narz expressed matter-of-factly. "Be all that as it may. If you can provide a description of this Snigbat, then perhaps it can be facilitated you get the traitors head before a stray arrow does him in. For as I mentioned before, I do so believe, we will be providing a measure of assistance to goldenfields. That is, provided our contact, which we still need to be getting to, doesn't send us off for some other mission... Speaking of missions-..." Narz turns in his seat to the wizard-looking woman. "And do correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to have been rather interested in current direction of conversation. Might we ask we why?"

Dakkurz looks at Narz confused as he asks a question to open air. As had been stated earlier the woman in question had appeared to leave shortly after Miros stepped out. ....Right....well, you best get to your mission then. Dakkurz finishes her drink and shortly after Miros steps back into the room, wiping away a few tears. Sorry about that everyone, just needed a few moments. I wanted to thank you for delivering me this letter, and bringing Rillex here safely. I'll be sure to take good care of the little guy. Now, let's get you folk set up. I have a group suite available for all of you, here's the key. If you need food or drink just ask and I'll take care of it. As thanks for bringing me this news you and your group eat and drink for free. If you have horses or a cart bring them around back to my stable hand and he'll make sure they are all taken care of proper like. Oh and if you haven't yet you might want to go speak to the Abbot. He always likes greeting new comers to Goldenfields. You'll likely find him in the Abbey.

Just as Miros the Yeti finishes speaking, as Torsus had watched the pissed off halfling stumble off angrily, only to watch the Yeti enter seeming somber about something. Torsus slowly pushes the door, or shutters - whatever the door was -  so as to not smack someone accidentally before looking for his allies. It doesn't take long to spot them since the Canadian is speaking to air, and his voice is distinct. His eyes catching over the groups of people in here, several goblinoids aside from Narz himself, his allies, standing in various places, and coming in just early enough to hear about 'free room and board' but instead of celebrating he moves forward respectfully until he is with his allies.

Sorry for the delay friends, but a tree was telling the most interesting story and I could not but help myself to such knowledge. And thank you sir for your kindness in your offer, I will stable my pony soon. But if there is anything I might be able to do to ease whatever your woes may be, I may be able to provide aid, if an illusion would be enough. What's this about an abbot, however?

Miros shakes his head and says No, thank you. I will be fine, just need time is all. But to answer the question, Abbot Darovik runs the entire settlement. He usually likes to meet new arrivals and, assuming you're sticking around to help the town like you claim, he might have work for you. Either way you should introduce yourselves to him at the very least.

Torsus seems to have mixed feelings about that but ultimately shrugs. Well then, let's be on our way and get all of the red chalk out of the way. So that we can atlest know what needs to be done.

(To Urben: Well clearly I missed that very short blurb. My bad. Narz wouldn't have bothered with questioning open air, but I guess I'll roll with temporary insanity.)

Narz makes to leave to leave without a word on Torsus note. The whole way through there's a far off look in his eyes. The same one he wore ever since frankly embarassing himself after coming back to his senses. A worried Spaz pads along behind him instead of flying over to perch on a shoulder. Although it stops at the door if it notices earlier being slow to follow, and "Meows" to get their attention before hurrying after his master.

Fresh air appears to change Narz very little once outside. But, he can just manage to mount up on Vigo, and appeared intent on mutely pressing on to where he anticipated the abbot to be based on the original design of the map. At least until someone speaks up on it to correct him. In which case, he adjusts after a seconds delay and follows along after a nod. But troubled yet distant look in his expression... that doesn't leave on its own any time soon.

Rollo keeps up his silent following, not built for crowds or polite exchanges.

Claire stables Cauliflower and then follows Miros' suggestion to find Abbot Darovik at the Abbey.  "Narz!  Everything alright?  You seem... rattled?" Claire calls after the goblinoid as they go.

The abbey is easy enough to find as its the largest and most elaborate building in Goldenfields. Its a centuries-old stone edifice whose outer walls have statues of Chauntea at every corner, her hands raised to the sky as though casting a spell to summon rain. Well-tended hedges surround the foundation, and a sun-shaped window of stained glass is set above the entrance and the steps leading up to it. Narrow windows of stained glass decorated with images of wheat, fruit, and vegetables light the pillared arcades within. The gate to the grounds are wide open. A few guards are on duty but it seems people are free to come and go as they please right now.

Narz would look back to Claire with brows all furrowed and eyes flitting about in his head as if reading something imperceptable to others. Finally he shakes his head, and focuses his attention on their course ahead. Although now he appeared more focused on the present. "While I appreciate, the, uh, words of concern... I will be fine. Its nothing more than a minor magical malady." He explained, and it is all he'll explain things as if the point had been pressed along the way.

As the group approaches the Abbey itself, even Narz is a bit in awe at the site. Such a feeling however is soon dismissed, as pressed on for the interior, dismounting Vigo along the way. Feeling no need to bother the guards for direction, he heads on inside, leaving the Worg to stand vigil at the base of the steps.

The guards nearby look a bit nervous around the Worg but since its clear you were let in the main gates no one gives you any trouble. The main doors lead to a small antechamber that leads into a larger room that seems dedicated to prayer. Several doors line the walls on either end of the room. The Antechamber also connects to a long hall that appears to wrap around the main room with stairs leading to a balcony. Inside there are no guards but several acolytes wander the halls. The prayer room is currently mostly empty, a few acolytes are cleaning the stone floors. While standing in the ante chamber taking it all in Rollo feels someone rummaging through his pack. Turning to face the pick pocket Rollo instead finds an old looking blackbear sniffing for food. When Rollo turns and takes the bag away the bear just simply stares at Rollo curiously and makes whining noises.

Rollo holds up a finger and then spends the time to cast speak with animals. "What is it you're looking for, my good bear?"

The bare just stares at you with big doe eyes and says Smell food. I'm so hungry, do you have food to share? No one here ever feeds me, no not a care in the world for old Tilbee. The bear really hams up her performance as she continues to give you sad eyes while begging for food. Given your life in the woods you know a hungry bear can be quite dangerous and aggressive. Given how docile this one seems to be, and how fat this bear is, you have serious doubts about how truthful that last statement was.