"Considering we paid the killers back in full for the trouble they have been bestowing upon the town, yeah. They'd give ya a cut of it, as long as we tell them you joined our mission later, which is the truth of the matter. Me and Orrin go the job from the village elder, it would be a bit strange to just see an extra adventurer."Bastel said with a bit of a laugh, though his eyes shone with an excited gleam that wasn't there before when Lara confided in him that she hadn't had too much ale in her time."I wouldn't worry too much about that!"He said, pulling a small bottle from one of his various pockets,"I made a few Alchemist's Kindness a few days ago. This will clear the headache you'd get from indulging too much in the fine ales. Though if you just have a drink, you won't really be needing it."The halfling explained, more excited by the fact something he made with his own hands would come in handy was quite evident by the smile on his face. His grin faltered as Lara began to talk of being stuck in a world not her own, as if it were a gilded cage."We'll try our best to find a way to get you home...It wasn't your fault they dragged you here." He said softly, letting his words drift along with the song his brother sang. Maybe it would give her some peace.<br/><br/><br/>Orrin glanced to Lara, finishing his song as Lara asked her question of them. To reveal a little about themselves, with the promise of the same to be asked of her."And we expect the same courtesy...We cannot reveal all just yet. I can tell you I was born here in Andoran, in a forest village far away from the major cities. I was being trained to become a performer, but...when I showed to be what one calls an Oracle, my teaching in the arts lessened, and training to control my magic started. I am sure you have noticed by now, that I have a hard time moving...it is the curse to my gift, my leg was never quite right...I was 115 years old when this bumbler was taken in by the village when he was just a little baby. He became my brother, even though he is a halfling and I am an elf."Orrin started, teasing his adoptive brother slightly.<br/><br/><br/>"Although I did feel a little lonely when I grew faster and stayed shorter until I was told I was not an elf. Explained a lot of things that day. Anyway, I grew up learning more elvish culture then my own race's. Enlightening things the elves know...Though they never told me what happened to my birth parents... Guess I will never know. Anyway, Despite what my day dreaming brother says, I was not as much of a maker of folly as he claims. I took to my mother's art of making potions, and have learned quite a bit myself. I test my creations on myself obviously, and nothing has yet to go wrong... Though I do need to make a potion that will keep this star gazer from floating right up into the skies he stares up at so much. Maybe I just need a rock and some string to keep him down."Bastel jested, earning a playful cuff from Orrin for his trouble."What? It's for your own good! Your feet barely touch the ground as it is!"<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">Beat a bluff check of 13 with sense motive of 13 or higher.</div></div>