He paused, a frown flashing across his features, before shrugging. "Not sure, but only a 'mere' two centuries or so have passed from the time of the gods to now. So I doubt they have changed location that much. Though I would heartily suggest that you NOT appear as yourselves. There IS a small, nearby city that has a small temple that is kept more out of habit than any real belief the gods are still around, even though the clerics still preform healing and such. I believe it is a temple to a sun and healing god, though I wouldn't swear to it. Gods do not interest me. I have enough issues without worrying about those who were driven or fled from us in our time of need."<br/><br/>He paused, considering, before glancing to the side. "If one of you knows the make whole spell, you MIGHT be able to fix the weapons here, and can trade them for basics at the town through the clerics. If they don't turn on you first. As for your bound kyn, I would advise a knife to the base of the skull, angled up about thirty degrees. Fast and painless."<br/><br/>He gave them directions to the town, before nodding to the rope. "I am going to wait about an hour to give you time to get ahead of me, a gesture of goodwill, if you will. I would strongly advise you use it. Please leave the rope and grappling hook behind, I need it to get out. Starving to death is not how I plan to die. Any other questions, before I decide to be sportsman like?"<br/><br/>He gave them a small bow after answering any other questions they had, before heading into the still silenced chamber, and tossed out the bedroll, and lay down, apparently dozing off though he faced the door. After about an hour, he returned to the main room, and began his trek back to the large city where he plied his trade, ready to get back to work.