Your comment earns you another snort of amusement from the little gnome, and she hops back up and over her desk again- apparently just habit for her at this point- and grabs a log book from the same shelves where she'd kept the chapter house's membership booklet.<br/><br/>"You put yer mark in the tome, and then you come take a looksie what we got here. I got work ta keep you awake from sunset ta sunrise, and back again..." She titters at that and flips through the pages of the log book, stopping on the most recent. "Provided ye've got the stamina for it, anyway. And ya'd better... I don't need me no one-and-done fellows right now."<br/><br/>Once she fully has your attention again, she comes "back to business" for a moment.<br/><br/>"Now, I'm not sure how these connect to that missin' brewery-boy, but we've heard a couple o' rumors lately. Goblins with their lips sewn shut to the south, Grippli attacking wine sellers to the east, and somethin' about crops goin' bad to the north. An' when the spawn of a god goes missing, these are things ya look into..."