OOC: Sorry Zemoc.<br/><br/>The men nod appreciatively, their mood warming.  Gareth now merely scowls, while the other two have softened expressions.<br/><br/>"I'd recommend you talk to Commander McMillan tomorrow," Bode offers.  "As I hear it, his militia are having a devil of a time with a goblin encampment near to town.  Now, goblins come and go, mostly they hit small groups traveling around unprotected.  They love to ambush folks going between Larm and the Keep.  But these goblins that are encamped nearby, they're different.  See, they've taken to attacking the Dwarven caravans that come here first day of the week.  As your companion can tell you, they aren't always very successful, but they're causing enough trouble that ... well, we fear the dwarves will stop coming here."<br/><br/>Bode looks at Zemoc, and the party at the other table.<br/><br/>"Might be risky though.  Tell you what.  Y'all look a bit ... green around the gills.  No offense, but I doubt any of you has had a taste of serious combat.  Goblins may not seem like much when you're sitting safe in a tavern, but face one in battle ... I have a job that you might be interested in.  Get some fighting behind you, and earn a little gold.  Might you be interested?"<br/><br/>He looks between Zemoc, the half-orc, and the others at the neighboring table.