Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head.

[b]"5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag."[/b]

Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully.

[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b2f07a00-a07b-4fa1-b9fa-879c83e53ab4.jpg[/img][h3]"GOOD MORNING!"[/h3][/center]

An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter.

[b]"Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help."[/b] Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages.

[b]"Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..."[/b] Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. [b]"Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on."[/b]

Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. 

When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident.

They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them.

[b]"Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?"[/b] Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. 

Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.