Ugnar has heard enough. The reward as offered, and for now, the half-orc would trust this 'mayor' to hold up his end of the bargain, assuming they succeeded.<br/><br/>"How do we prove to you that this 'issue' has been dealt with?" he asked. "Do you want the head of the shaman? That can be arranged," he said. It only made sense, otherwise, the group could depart, kill a goblin or to, return and -claim- the trouble was resolved, take the money and depart. Surely the mayor would demand some sort of proof, Ugnar assumed.<br/><br/>When the man behind them spoke, Ugnar turned to look at him. He looked... well. like a she, or a he, depending on the light, but the voice made him think more of a man, or young boy at the least. He seemed almost terrified, or quite unsure if he would be tagging along or not. Ugnar, of course, simply regarded the young boy as another -target- for goblin arrows, which meant fewer coming his own way.<br/><br/>"These are goblins we hunt, not full-blooded orcs, boy," Ugnar said, "There is no reason to fear, unless they have aid that we are unaware of," he added.