"Err... Of course, it will cure your lethargy, whatever that is!" Proclaimed Urdal, realizing that he had actually invited the scary drunkard into the forming party. This was not pleasant. The fact that the priest with a limp was bothering one of the patrons at the bar was even less pleasant. Orky was there though, and so far Orky had only helped the half-elf, meaning the green fellow would diffuse the situation if it started growing dire.

 The surprising thing was that Orky was trying to diffuse the situation involving the drunken woman asking for a job as well. What a priceless comrade, to do the work of the leader in his stead! Numenor was still a little lacking in presence though. The half-elf figured he'd let the drunken servant of the god of the Field, whoever that was, know where they were headed.

"You see, miss, we are going north. To find some stuff." He added, figuring this was far more information than the half dead from alcohol poisoning woman could take, and tried to lean against the wall to find some comfort in dealing with the recruitment. While doing this, his eyes spotted a huge, red and black thing with horns grinding against the ceiling. A gasp escaped Urdal's lips as his eyes widened at the sight. 

 So there would be more things that happened. A demonic servant of whatever hellish ruler ruled the burning Hells had come to slay all clerics, priests and paladins who had lost their powers... But hadn't the rulers of Hell also died? Were they not also treated as Gods by many humans? Suddenly the fear from the towering [i]thing[/i] subsided, and rational thought made its way to Urdal's head once more. Most likely another patron for the tavern. Wanted to get drunk instead of mourning his lost masters!