Her tone of voice stings Cutter, who completely ignores the man who is practically grieving.  Her words do little to revoke the conscience of the others, but the halfling holds his mug closely and peers up at her.  "Uh..."  His size allows him a straight view up her skirt, which he inevitably can't help but peer at.<br/><br/>Krystal knows there is a wood cutter who lives near the village.  He might be able to help.  Also the blacksmith has an apprentice who apparently wanted to be an adventurer.