Jorr Natherson's page

"Hmph. Well I'd be mighty rude to refuse a jolt from a soldier."

Jorr takes a hearty swig from the flask and hands it back to Alexei.

"And returns 'pon ya," he says as he fishes some jerky from his hip pouch and hands it to Alexei, "don't worry, it ain't goblin." He hesitates a bit before accepting Alexei's handshake.

Alexei, gain 1 extra ration.

Jorr requests a minute to gather his things, heading into his cabin and returning quickly with a few extra packs and a quiver full of arrows of various shapes, sizes, and colours.

"One more thing - gobbos like their night sight, so they likely ain't lightin' torches. We are best off attacking in the day - their raiding parties probably leave at dusk and return at dawn. Easier to kill humans at night."

Jorr's dogs remain behind at the cabin as the group heads west.

Any other business before the group departs?

"Better to take the fight to them, dwarf. My old master, Kalth, once said that when you fire your arrow from cover you can aim for the kill, but if you wait until the bear is charging you are dinner."

"Hundred gold gets you me not leaving when the gettin's good. But I be 'spectin' that the bastard in charge of these scum is somebody right strong or clever. Hobbos respect prowess. And from what I gathered they don't like talkin' 'bout their leader much. Means they're afraid of him."

Just to be clear, according to Jorr, Vraath Keep and the "Goblin Camp" are one and the same.

Jorr spits at each mention of goblins.

"Couple o'things. Yer dwarf friend there is pretty slick to sneak up on me. And if you be huntin' gobbos then I'm yer man. Course I don't risk my life fer nothin', I can kill gobbos here just as good as there. My fee'll be a hundred pieces of gold."

"A few things ya might want to know, hirin' me or not. The gobbos have a base west of here - all their patrols and such come from that area, and if I didn't know better I would say they've holed up in old Vraath Keep.

If you want my advice, I say sneak up on them and take out the leaders. These hobbos are mighty organized and well-equipped, but they're still hobbos. Most are stupid grunts. And they're overconfident. I've snuck up on a couple of patrol camps. No sentries. Not to brag, but I killed a few patrols. Just me and my dogs." He waves his arm at his dogs, one of which is gnawing on a human-sized leg bone.