"A... A fulfillin' job!" Answered the half-elf. This answer was only momentary, as he was still reeling from the transformation he witnessed. Never in his life had he seen, thought of or even dreamed of such a display. It was repulsive to him. The way the form of the dragon crumpled into this little thing. A shiver ran up his spine.

"Er, yes, the job. I'm lookin' to hire some people to come up North with me. We'll be lookin' for a way to help the town. And you'll be paid whatever you want, as much as you want, so its a great gig." Clarified Urdal, pleased with the way thing seemed to be deescalating. There was the problem of Numenor, but the half-elf hoped the no-longer so drunk man wouldn't act up. Also the paladin. She would probably be a pain, but Orky had not really let go of the handle of her weapon, so she'd be... Hitting them with fists and her shield if it came to it. Drunk priests were scary.