Gilgan looked at the assorted crew in front of him. Despite being a gruff dwarf, he didn't seem too perturbed. Weirdos were a common sight in the city. He pours everyone a mug of dwarven stout as he speaks to them. [b]"I'll get right to the point. I need y'all to find me daughter, who I believe is with a bunch of gangers over on the Eastern. They've gotten her mixed up with some bastards, mainly drow. I don't know what she's been doing but I want her to come back home. I got 500 gold for this job, and I'll pay the 100 in advance. Bring my daughter back alive and you get the rest of your payment and free drinks from me."[/b] Gilgan looked to the crew one more time, as if assessing their strength. He sighed before speaking up again. [b]"Her name is Sandwich Stoutaxe. If anything happened to her that she... Couldn't make it... She ought to have the family axe with her. Hopefully. Bring that back and I'll pay at least 200 for the effort. Ask yer questions if you got any."[/b]