Tarquin took a quick look around the building before seating himself opposite of the constable. After adjusting his surcoat the elf spoke again. "Now, if we are to help you, m'lord constable. We need all the information of this beast of yours you can give." He knew all of them could just decline helping the small island with their problems, but there was just one little detail. Tarquin's brother was a great hero and perhaps even the greatest swordsmen in the world - unfortunately the bard was made from the proverbial same wood. Heroism seemed to run in their blood. The largest difference between Tarquin and his brother was perhaps the fact that his brother would have jumped in to action immediately without thinking the risks or rewards. The bard however did not like risks without rewards. In truth he disliked most kind of work that wouldn't get him at least some gain.

The tall elf took a little glance at Eve and flashed a little smile, like he was reassuring the red haired woman that everything would be just fine.