(Since he acquires the name of the place before he gets there, we'll replace 'Castle' with 'Vraath Keep' in the previous message)<br/><br/>He learns the name of the place is Vraath keep, named after, appropriately, Lord Vraath, a once famous adventurer who retired there, though he was killed by a small army of rampaging ogres in his later years, the castle ransacked, though, apparently, the treasure trove was never discovered. It is located on the edge of the Witchwood, nearly a three days ride west of here, along the Dawn Way.<br/><br/>Despite not being the leader of the party, the bard is the first to speak up in reply. "Aha, so, an adventurer yourself, hmm? What a remarkable coincidence, if I do say so, myself. Of course we'd be glad to have another along w-- oof!" The half-elf has jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, to shut him up. "What our companion here meant to say was that we'd like to know a bit more about you, first, before we agree to reveal everything we know to you." "Right, right, sorry, you're most right, Maura. She does make a good point, sometimes, you know? Tell us about yourself, stranger. What experience do you have, what battles have you seen, what dangerous creatures have you fought? Perhaps I know a song or two about you, hmm?"<br/><br/>The elf woman remains quiet, her gaze alternating between him and the rest of the room, regarding all of the humans with a slight air of contempt and disgust. Maura seems mroe interested in him, and the bard seems to be interested in anyone willing to listen to him.