The Guild Captain looked at Will seriously and thinking about what to answer the question, before speaking seriously. "We are not entirely sure, but apparently there is a dungeon on that island where the crown laid somewhere deep beneath. The orcs have forced their way to the bottom and their warlord has gotten his hands on the crown, from what I understood. There's very little to tell about the warlord himself, I expect him to be an orc, or a half-orc, of a decent intelligence, notable charisma, and an orcish bloodlust and skill enough to make others follow him. To put it short, I am expecting to find a seasoned Orc mercenary at the lead of the group of thugs there." The look on his old, wrinkled face showed a measure of fear as he spoke. "There are rumors about the island itself from the past, about a King in Exile that dwelled there a long time ago. There are ruins, and remnants of what used to be human and elven population. They were pushed away by orcs, but even before that, the king went mad it seems, and the rumors say he feasted on the blood of the living and tore chunks of their flesh as his macabre meals. The tales say that his home was burned to the ground but he escaped somewhere below, to the bottom of the dungeon, plotting to return. That was centuries ago though, no man lives that long. No human man that is." He shrugged briefly.<br/><br/>The waitress looked at the woman speaking to her and the coin she felt in her hand being brushed by a thumb to feel its surface briefly before she smiled and answered. "I have a moment. Hmm? He's a fairly new customer, comes and goes with the guild ships. He's willing to pay good money, hires mercenaries on occasions, but word is he spends most of his time at sea. He wears a captain's uniform but in the Guild, he's surpassed that rank. He's got enough money to move several ships and touch economies, and he's got contacts that can help sell or buy things that people come across. Though he does it for a rather stiff fee. I wouldn't sell anything of real value through him, I might get the best price but he'd take so stiff cut out of it that I'd be left with less than I would get for my second best offer elsewhere." The waitress smiled to the cloaked woman, looking at her waiting to hear if she had more to ask, stepping a bit aside from the drunkards as she spoke to keep it a bit more private conversation.