Showing no immunity to Tara's charms, the man blushes while also looking quite concerned with her words, Na-na-na now let's not be so hasty, Miss." He stammers out, clearly thrown off guard by the young woman, "Let's just say that you learned the name Master Vorkstag, of Vorkstag and Grine’s Chymic Works from some other source and you left me completely out of this, yes?"
If there is anything else you wish to do here, please let me know. Otherwise, you've probably found what you needed. Let me know if you want to visit the Chymic Works tonight or save it for tomorrow. FYI, it's getting to be late evening and you have testimony to give concerning the Hergstag charges tomorrow morning. On the other hand, after the trial tomorrow you'll need to also need to devote time investigating the last set of charges concerning the arson attack at the Sanctuary on Karb Isle (You haven't gathered any information on this yet).
Quickly scribbling down the new information, Tara flashes him another dazzling smile, "Thank you! You've been exceedingly helpful Mr. Radniche." Ripping the back page out of her journal, Tara passes the folded up note to Radniche. "If you remember anything else important, here is where I will be staying until this business with the trail is over with." Offering him a wink, Tara quickly follows after the others.
Letting out a tired yawn, the young cleric glances at the group. "What should we do? It is probably too late to call upon this Master Vorkstag, and we have a trail in the morning. Though I can remove some of the fatigue, we did have a rough time with the undead today, and I think everyone could use a rest." Twisting a bit of her hair around her index finger, Tara waits for the others to reply.