The way Krystal looked at him, she seemed more genuine now, and Cutter couldn't help but blush a bit.  It was odd for him to have developed a bit of a crush on anyone, let alone a small village bar maid like her, but she was certainly cute and full of spirit.  "Y-yeah... that sounds great..." he said with a gulp, apparently losing his smooth nerve.  How'd she catch him off guard so much?  "Uh... well... as for me... I've done some... well..."  He wasn't drunk on beer, but he was trying to tell the story.  At least, before the door swung open.<br/><br/>"Someone help!  My daughter!  She's... she's been taken!"  Old Murphy was a local farmer from just outside the village, to the north.  Beyond his farm was only thick forest.  "Goblins..."