[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

Kythor quietly nodded to himself. Ruins in the nearby area? His tribe used to speak of ruins that sounded similar to what this woman was asking for. Even as a child, he knew that researcher-type people - like the half-elf before him - would be interested in the locations of such places. Whether that was to claim its discovery, to pillage and plunder it for artifacts and loot, or, as he imagined was rarely the case, to study the ruins themselves while leaving them pristine and fully intact. Regardless of what her intent was, Kythor thought back to his youth. Quite a few people within his tribe had claimed to come across ruins on their travels. Surely he could remember where they had claimed to see these ruins, no problem. He took a sip of his mead and thought to himself about where to find these ruins.

A full three seconds of silence later, it suddenly occurred to the tiefling that he could not remember the location of [i]any[/i] of the ruins he had heard of. How had he managed to forget all of them? Maybe it was because he, himself, had found little use of ruins, let alone their location. The tribe had a few members who were interested in that sort of thing, but Kythor had no interest in the past. Life ran in cycles. People lived, died, and are eventually forgotten. What use is it to dwell upon the past of that which is dead and gone? At least, that was how he had seen it in the past. Things were different now...

With a frown, Kythor shook his head. [i][color=beige]"'fraid I can't point you to the location of any ruins,"[/color][/i] he said, [i][color=beige]"but I have heard of ruins that sound kinda like what you're looking for. I bet some of the citizens of Good Mead might've heard a thing or two about where you could find some ruins, try-"[/color][/i]

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes caught onto the halfling from earlier now approaching their table. [color=Khaki]"My friends and I will slay this verbeeg giant for the town, you have my word or my name isn't Frag Stumbleduck,"[/color] The halfling said. [color=Khaki]"We are your humble heroes!"[/color] Upon this somewhat bold declaration, Kythor raised an eyebrow before turning to face the halfling. [i][color=beige]"...Heroes? ...Us?"[/color][/i] With a clear expression of bemusement, he looked first to the halfling, then to the half-elf, before turning back to the halfling while he waited for an explanation.