Morti heard the whole thing. So, this was the poor shmuck who got attacked huh? His story seemed... odd to say the least, but he believed him. A curse that intertwines fates sounded pretty cool. After all, he himself was a glowing purple man, so a curse like that certainly sounded reasonable. He leaned off the post and walked towards the two.

[i][color=a187be]"Yeah, I could probably help with your little Gnoll problem, but I've got a feeling that Gnolls are going to be the least of your worries. Call it a hunch, but I think this is only the start of things. Either way, count me in. Been lookin' for adventure."[/color][/i]

At last, some action! Probably, anyways. He looked over the boy again. He seemed... worse for wear and perhaps even a little under prepared. Morti usually over prepared a little for things, but after some of the stories he'd heard from his past client, being under prepared might cost you your life.

[i][color=a187be]"By the way, you sure you're ready to head out? I know a few good shops around town where we could get some stuff. Potions, supplies like torches, or rope, but expect things to be a little... limited, or pricey. Rations on the other hand aren't going to be easy to get. Town is... not in a good spot right now, as evident by the reaction to your little plea."[/color][/i]

With that, he stood patiently. [@Poi][@Wick]