The elf regards the tortle with a look equal to the one of disgust he gave towards the gnoll.  Such creatures of almost animal like qualities to them just seemed...unnatural in the elf's eyes and he was fairly open about expressing such, lips curling as he was forced to talk to<em>it.</em>The slow way of which Moss spoke only exasperates the elf's displeasure, waiting so desperately for his little speech to end with the round about way he spoke.<br/><br/>"Very well," The elf sighs.  "The shambling mound in question is a sort of...guard of Lord Frostspear's.   It protects the vineyards from unwanted thieves.  Usually its surprisingly good about follow the commands of Lord Frostspear however...strange things have been happening as of late on the vineyard.  Capturing and returning the mound to Lord Frostspear -unharmed- will pay you a good one hundred gold.  Returned it harmed, less, and you will get nothing if you kill the mound.  I imagine Lord Frostspear will be most displeased if you kill his pet," The elf explains, still sounding somewhat bored by his explanation.