(That's alright, Halftime)<br/><br/>(Edit, just realized I already had a name for the guy.)<br/><br/>The creature blanches at the threat just as soon as it is given.  "I-I don't know anything," he stammers.  "I'm not the Master, I'm a Khobor!  I never even see the Master, just hear him in my head!"  The Khobor suddenly chokes on his words, and has to take several deep breaths before he is able to continue.  "The Master said collect, the Khobor collect.  The townsfolk would be taken from us on the way back, I don't know where to."<br/><br/>The Khobor turns to Raffeal, and pleads in Goblin.  "I cannot ask the Master questions.  He just doesn't answer.  I have no idea what even he is."<br/><br/><**><br/><br/>Dinar looks over the letters, particularly the seal.  "Hmm," he murmurs.  "Tanlin might know more about this, what with all his contacts.  And he didn't get taken by the imp-things.  Hopefully he turns up soon."  Then he turned to the group.  "Just in case, keep an eye out for him, or his assistant."  He then describes an old human with white hair and a long nose, accompanied by a brunette elf with a faint scar.  "They live outside of town," Dinar explains.  "Far enough for bandits or those creatures to be a concern."