Waiting for his and Fangs food to arrive, Vandred ganders around the establishment, making a quick scan over the faces that fill up the room, noticing quite a mixed atmosphere. Lots of happy and cheerful though loud small groups of townfolk chattering away, others more quiet and in thought, not disturbed by the typical pub-ish noise and some even eyeing Vandred, either with a serious glare or with a nervous, intimidated worrier look, most probably due to Fangs presence.

Sighing, he starts talking to himself in silence as he usually does when he tries to think in a less calm enviroment.
"Now..let's see, what options do we have?...I guess we could get something else to work besides herbalism, hmm I don't like hunting, and I'm not fit as a miner either." Vandred furrows his brow, just having noticed his somewhat lack of capabilities when he remembered a rumor he had heard not long ago. "

"Hmm...the mines, miners have been disappearing, some say it's some kind of Drow society that kidnaps people and execute them. Others say ... it's the damn dead...disgusting monstrosities" said Vandred with a slight chill running down his spine. "Hmm there are some options... should also ask the waiter or barkeep if they have any leads or can point me in the right direction..yeah..I should do that" as he waits patiently for his order to arrive and proceed with the questions.