Vrakskan is a little startled when the vines move to form the table, along with chairs and food, but doesn't dwell on it for too long. "Glad to see that magic like this is still alive and well..." He mutters.

As with the firbolg, he takes a moment to look for a chair comfortable to him before he takes a seat, listening to the wise man's every word with marked attention, curious after hearing the word "task" being mentioned. 

Gruntor's belly begins to rumble, and he also takes a seat.  He glances suspiciously at Serit, trying to remember if he knows him...he begins to eat, and also begins to talk with his mouth full.  "Me is good at smashing, so who is me here to smash"

The tortle just sits silently at the table and helps himself to the food as if it is the most natural thing to happen. The small bush? settles on the ground next to him.  It is an odd thing, it looks like a doll made from twigs loosely bound together and half of the leaves coloured like metal.

Nasaar moves to the table, taking a seat and digging into the food with relish. He eats freely, uncaring about manners. Simply stabbing things with his knife nad then eating it. He figures the old druid will get to business when he feels like it, so just plans on eating and letting him do so when he gets around to it.

"I am Serit and this is Gara. You would find no better companion than they," Serit says as he pats Gara on the shell. As the older druid walks in and speaks Serit would grunt and move to sit as the chair beneath him forms.

"They were in much danger but between us and the others they have found their stride. So what is it you need done next old man?"

The druid waits until everyone started eating before speaking:

"So, you might be wondering why I summoned you here. Before I say it, I will ask a question to you. A question that some of you" ,  he looks at Serit, Gara and Nasaar, "may find familiar."

"What to you think of the current situation of this northern land and that of the southern lands of humans and their allies?"

The firbolg gives a snort, but continues eating and doesn't voice an opinion.

Gruntor scowls angrily at the mention of humans.  "Humans...curse them.  Make them bleed"  

Vrakskan eats some before answering. "I do not understand them..." He says, sorrow on his voice. "They seem smart, but all they do is destroy mindlessly. They try to tame everything, and what they can't tame they destroy. I do not know what goes inside their heads and souls to be this way..."

He then continues to eat.

Nasaar just shrugs, his mouth full as his dagger stabs another item of food.

Old Bear continues:

"Last time, one of you said, that the humans are encroaching more and more, and at this rate they will conquer the rest of the continent in a couple of centuries unless somthing was done. They were right and correct in seeing through in the humans' intentions, but wrong in their timing." 

Old Bear pauses and looks at each team member in the face.

"We don't have two hundred years. We have at most two or three." 

The firbolg clears his throat.

"When forest full of dead shrub and fallen branch, needs fire to let it start over.", he says in the longest sentence he's yet uttered, turning his scarred left hand over, palm up, an orb of fire resting in his hand. There's a certain reverence to the word 'fire' and he gazes into it, brow furrowed, before giving a nod.

"Humans weeds that choke the life of the forest."

He clenches his hand, extinguishing the flame, and lowers his head to the food in front of him, seemingly giving it his full attention.

"And what you want of us?" Nasaar asks with a frown. "What us able do against so many?"

„We are just a few. Big tribes tried to stand up against them, but the humans are to organised, they can muster armies in the thousands, while most tribes mustered less then a hundred to oppose  them on their own...“ Gara adds gloomy 

Vrakskan listen to the news with a pained sigh. For a moment, he seems to look and speak to someone who's not there, looking at the thin air.

He speaks softly in Draconic, as if he's praying. "Mother, Father... Why do I do? I can't let them do that again..."

Finally, he seems to break from his trance and looks at the group. "We must stop them. And if we can't, then I'm willing to die trying. I'll do whatever I can to protect this land and its people."

Old Bear reassures you:

"Do not worry, I will ask you to fight all human armiesby yourselves. What we must do is to prepare for and delay conflict if possible. And you will need to understand the power behind the humans, as they more than mere weapons and magic behind them.

Right now our lands are in chaos, and would easily fall if they were pushed. The goblin lands you helped can serve as a basic center for trade and growth, but a basic trained military force is needed. The hobgoblins have many outposts and two fortresses on both sides of the mountain pass. They have good soldiers, but it has been a long time they fought together as single army. You will need to go and secure their unwavering support for the inevitable conflict.

As long as the humans cannot easily breach the mountain pass or cross the mountains, they will not be able to make good progress. We will win much time to prepare."

"This should be fun." Nasaar says wrily. "My kin can be as thick-headed as anyone when it comes to continuing to fued amongst themselves."

Vrakskan glances at the hobgoblin.

"If we explain the situation to them, they could join forces against a common threat..." He says. "Whatever conflict it is that they have can't possibly be as important as this, or is it?"

The firbolg gives an impressive scarred frown.

"Fire says to try. We... are not good at talking."

((He's fairly Charismatic, but I think that's more that his scarring stands out so much and is so memorable, combined with him being a creature of few words, so folks tend to listen when he does speak. But he'd never step up to be the face of any sort of persuasive effort.))

„What is the situation between them at the moment? Are they already on friendly terms with each other or should we expect bad blood?“ Gara asks.