"Oh, I wouldn't dare miss this, but I'll definitely keep an eye out for you. Invisibly, of course."<br/><br/>The indicated building is, really, a small shack, immediately adjacent to the walls of the city they were rebuffed from, earlier. About twenty minutes after he arrives, he senses a wild-shaped druid entering the building, as a mouse, checking to make sure the coast is clear, before returning to minotaur form; an elderly, white-furred minotaur, his horns and hair decorated with a number of unusual objects. "Greetings, human," he rumbles. "I am pleased you responded to my message. I suspect there is a traitor amongst my people, and that this is only the beginning of our problems."