Karen
"No, no need for that but I do appreciate the offer. I haven't a clue why the act of thinking makes them aggressive enough to demand our so called secrets. Suppose that's what happens when your homeland's culture revolves around crushing other skulls and not sharpening yours."

The orc commented as the new band of merry adventurers arrived before her doorstep, replacing the rowdy crowd that wanted to simply plunder and move on. 

"Oh, where are my manners? Aralda, at your service. This is my home. Well, my father's, I moved out of here so long ago and into the Capitol when I married."

She explained her story a little, explaining her more refined attitude as opposed to the stereotypical brute force Orcs were known for. Her life is supported by her outfit, a well-tailored red gown, often seen worn by Capitoline women. 

"Come, I'll explain more inside. None of you are interested in my life as much as you are interested in the gold, so let's get on with it."

The doors to the home swung open and what greeted the adventurers was a neat, tidy home. A well-kept, maintained house of near-aristocrat; an accurate description of Ganvil, for even without the riches of his grandfather they appeared to be rather wealthy nonetheless.

"I insist you not touch anything, trust me I've searched everywhere for more about this damned mystery and all I can find is dust. Now, my father, Ganvil, before he passed told me about a riddle."

***'Where life ends, a new beginning starts."***

"He further explained it's some sort of code handed to him by his father, and his father before him— Kroznak, of course. He was practically banished from the family after his betrayal, but wanted to leave my grandfather and my father with something before he disappeared."

With the story explained, she allowed the rest to look around. From the looks of things, it appeared to only be a simple home, a house that served a family for generations. Besides some antique decorations and furniture there

Was nothing of note. 

"My father Ganvil knew we were well off, so wanted to give this treasure to charity. Our family's redemption to the world, after Kroznak's betrayal. If only people saw it that way."
Juliana
Coming into the room as silently as a spectre, Noctis threw back his hood and strode over the group. 

"The start of the trail is likely in a graveyard somewhere. Where was Kroznak put to rest?" He asked, linking his fingers behind his back and pacing. Yes, life ends- perhaps that was exactly what was needed. A glance over at the giant who would only be able to peek in through the window- that was troubling. Another person who would have some idea of where to go next. There was only one option, he couldn't very well fight the giant or intimidate him away. 

He'd have to initiate some diplomacy, invite the giant to work with them. He'd focus on that and started first by propping open the front doors for the massive being to more easily listen and look into the conversation. 

"If you don't know, are there any graveyards that might hold importance to your family? Some place that would mean something?" He asked, his silver eyes bright beneath the curtains of his raven hair. Both feminie and masculine, handsome and beautiful, gorgeous through and through- he was like a man sized machine of war, elegant and yet deadly. However his voice was never demanding or harsh, it managed to somehow be authoritative and personable all at once.
Jerry
*Autar remained silent as she spoke and nodded his head, he was more than willing to assist in dealing with the mob should it have been deemed necessary. But he did well to listen and was understanding, he did not often believe in stereotypes but from what he had seen the orcs were quite similar regardless of who described them. The mob that had swarmed the poor woman's home had not helped the situation in the slightest. Turning away from the crowd he listened to the woman, it was obvious why people had gathered here and seeing such he did not bother to go out of his way to introduce himself when it seemed silently deemed to be an inappropriate time for the formalities.* 

*While he was not above short conversation he simply wished to figure this out and be on his way as it were, cities were a nightmare for him to be in regardless and all he wanted was out. But not before the curious voice calling to him was silenced. Autar had not accounted for the woman leaving them inside and frowned slightly offended at the dismissal or simple lack of awareness of him. Sitting down he sighed, he damn well was not going to simply leave so he decided if anything to ask one of the other adventurers that had gathered the details.* 

*His attention was brought back when he noticed the doors were propped open for him to at least hear and so he did doing his best to maneuvere down without smashing anything if possible. He gazed into the window at the party who had gathered inside. Looking for who had been so courteous as to consider him he nodded his head in silent thanks to the oddly gorgeous man. A rare thing for Autar to do but it was not as if those knew who he was... Well outside of potentially hearing about his legendary items if they connected the thoughts.*

*Suddenly he spoke, albeit attempting to lower his voice as much as a giant could so he didn't seem like he was yelling.* "I wouldn't be so sure it is a burial place, while that would be a good start it seems too obvious. I would be more inclined to believe it to be a place of importance to him. Perhaps a place were an event of great importance happened if you can think of any? Do not let my thoughts dissuade you from looking, some riddles have obvious beginnings and no stone should be left unturn if we are to discover this."