"Bloody lord?" He grimaced and raised a hand to his face at that statement, groaning heavily. "I have heard that before. Group of goblins began to gather ingredients to forge an army to take over a small village it seemed, to begin spreading fear, terror and death. They were being aided by conspirators, serving something similar, bloody lord." He looked at them seriously. "There is likely something larger at work. I am not sure why they steal ale, only thought that comes to mind is strong alcohol could be used for firebombs but I think that takes a far stronger amount of alcohol than what usually is found in an ale." He frowned, thoughtful after those words.<br/><br/>"As for what I expect here?" He looked at them. "The last place I visited regarded me as a perverted elf that came to have a fling with an old acquintance one last time." He rolled his eyes. "That wandered to graveyard after drinking, passing out. Only by luck finding graverobbers, and stopping them. That worked to aid the guard captain, a helper to their local hero, not a true hero of my own worth." He smirked at them.<br/><br/>"I care not for a reputation as a true hero, I care not to be sung about in tales. I do what is necessary, and I seek to learn. I do appreciate wealth for it aids in gaining more lore, more scrolls to learn from, but wealth alone makes no-one rich. I seek to bring an end to the threat, to learn from it, and if I am lucky, to find a few brave souls to join the Pathfinders chapter I belong to. Because those that want to do what is right can benefit from one another's presence, and combine their efforts better that way."<br/><br/>He looked at them each in turn, nodding his head once. "Does that answer you?"