"Nnnyes..." Reaver begins to repeat, then with a somewhat confused look the half-orc raises an eyebrow in recognition. "You mean, Erinyes?  Nasty devils...but you don't want to deal with them.  And I wouldn't send you any where near any of them."<br/><br/>Reaver shakes his head with a slight laugh, "No, no my boy...I had some much friendly folk in mind.  I'm a contact for the ones that refer to themselves as The Travelers.  And well, you being the only one to disarm me, I figure you might be one they might be interested in.  No one has bested me in a long, long time....well aside from that blasted elf, but I'd be willing to be no one not even that drow ranger from the North could best him.  So shall we see if we can find them for you?"