Observing as discerningly as he could muster, the warrior wondered what it was that Orchid had been referring to. The kobolds had made off with something? It was not beyond their mettle to flee when overcome, but the way the man-orc portrayed it suggested there was more than just that to the matter. He trusted, as much as he could with how little he knew of Orchid, that the tale was true; the man seemed too honest and direct to have made such a specific detail up. It did warrant a greater question as to why this was all transpiring yet, but it would need wait until they acted on the governor's direction - hopefully something that would provide greater insight.

What Brannor was not ready for was the dwarf's change of heart, but this was not nearly as surprising; the sturdy man with his red beard had been flustered the entirety of the time. He imagined him to have been the kind that would've been pacing and muttering under his breath between his work. Not the restful sort in the slightest.

With a wave of his still functioning hand, the head of the townsmen and city of Greenest prepared to send them away... at first. Just as Brannor was more than willing to be dismissed, turning at point to prepare himself to delve again into the keep, a familiar figure emerged from its hiding place and loudly spoke its presence. It was neither quite human or quite giant, something of a bit of both with its pronounced features and its humble clothes.

[i]"Sir, Lord, I'd like to volunteer for your search efforts."[/i]

The newcomer's arm raised adamantly as a pledge along with his words; he was obviously unsure how to profess his investment in the endeavors to come but had not a shred of shame. Whatever the giant's motivations were, they were determined to say the very least of them. This did little to change Brannor's reaction however, as he came to idle uncomfortably observing the exchange that was now unfolding before the three remaining members of the caravan. As while the governor did not seem to be the sort so forward and dedicated to formality, or have the luxury to select those his people so needed in this invasion, the intrusion was still a bit surprising; was the man watching them the whole time?

Brannor, gritting his jaw ever so slightly, refrained from making any other judgment until he knew better. Either way, the golden eyed man was not fond of being watched in secret...

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