"So they are dangerous?"  Alyndra asked after she took a small bite of the stew.  It was, bearable, crude, clearly human.  She was not overly concerned with a few goblins, but she would like to be prepared if she had to face them.  "A cave?"  She added with a frown.  "Why would there be ruins in a cave?"  The question was not so much directed at the barkeep, but at the world in general.  A monastery perhaps, a fortress, something else?  She left her spoon in the bowl as she tapped her bottom lip in thought, then scribbled down a few more notes.<br/><br/>The new man speaking tore Alyndra's attention away from the barkeep.  He had been listening?  How rude.  But she would expect nothing less from humans.  "You have been there?"  She asked.  "Wagon?"  The word brought a frown.  She was not farm materials to be carried around in a wagon.  Still, it was better than walking.  "Perhaps, when do you depart?"