Two of the five seemed completely disarmed by Viloet's stern words. Still two others appeared to be shuffling in place, searching for some kind of reply. The brown-haired man however, was decidedly undaunted by the halfling's speech.<br/><br/>"A pity you've been sent on a wild goose chase, miss Hornblower." He lofted a hand and combed his fingers through his lightly curled hair as he completed his journey to the bottom of the stairs. At the bottom, he assumed a challenging stance. "I'm Jeff Goodman. Somebody decided to switch the barrels on us as some sort of prank. Terribly sorry about the mix up, but we had no intentions of doing harm to the public."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">though entirely true, Viloet knows his statement to be a half truth. </div></div>