<span style="color: darkred">"It's settled, then."</span>Downing the rest of his fruit, Kaihel approached the small gathering, clearing his throat once to cut into the conversation, the knight focused his attention in on the man who was speaking.<span style="color: darkred">"My companion and I couldn't help but overhear that you've something of a problem with moblins on your hand?"</span>Casting a glance over his shoulder, he motioned to Rumsey then himself.<span style="color: darkred">"Between the three of us, we should be able to solve it. Though I ask one favor in return..."</span>Looking over the group, he waited to see if there was any sign of disagreement but only found surprise, if not grateful expressions, complete with a few seeming skeptics.<br/><br/>"And what'll that be?" The villager who's brother had suffered seemed to, by way of speaking up, become the spokesman of the group.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"Simple. There's a blue haired woman with an obnoxious fairy who'll be coming back this way at <i>some</i> point. One of you will need to tell her where we've gone. She's a companion of ours, aiding the royal family as well. If we're clear on that, let us begin."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>