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

[i][color=beige]"Hold on a moment,"[/color][/i] Kythor objected, raising his hand. A small frown creased onto his face as he took note of the halfling's rather unusual mannerisms. [i][color=beige]"You presume quite a bit about both of us, 'friend.'"[/color][/i] These were certainly some rather bold claims the halfling - Jitter Meadowbrook - was putting forth, insinuating that they would all be able and willing to hunt down a [i]verbeeg[/i] of all things. Kythor barely knew the first thing about fighting a verbeeg! If he didn't know anything about hunting a verbeeg, he imagined these other two had knew even less than he did. Kythor's father had always told him to stray from their paths and that to fight one was to ensure one's death. The last time he checked, Kythor was quite sure that he was in no hurry to run headfirst into an early demise. He certainly wasn't about to lay his life on the line for the town of Good Mead, at any rate. He couldn't deny, however, that the offer of free room, board, and food was tempting. Was it tempting enough for him to consider their offer seriously?

Quietly, he stroked his chin, his hand gliding down a rather scraggly and unkempt beard. It certainly beat having to scrounge up for food while trying to avoid succumbing to the naturally cold climate. Besides, if he did manage to take down a verbeeg, there was a lot to gain from that. Experience, knowledge of how to take down similar foes, and even renown that could lead to bigger jobs that paid more. Again, he didn't know how long he would have to stay in town, nor how much money he would need before he could safely return to the life of an outsider. 

That being said, he would be very wise to consider his company if he were to undergo this task. Jitter himself seemed to be a rather [i]dubious[/i] choice in the tiefling's eyes. A man who was accosted by kobolds who seeks now to fight a verbeeg? The idea was laughable to Kythor. So far the most admirable trait that Jitter had displayed was his enthusiasm, but no amount of enthusiasm can kill a verbeeg. As for the half-elf, he couldn't say. She claimed to be an adventurer, but judging by her well-kept appearance, Kythor couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she had an escort traveling with her, or if she had simply been lucky in arriving here unscathed. Her having an escort already would certainly explain why she had no need of his services, despite her earlier statement that she intended on researching some ruins. Both of those thoughts aside, Kythor imagined that she had even less interest in the town than he. It sounded as if she was after research, not glory, or a sporting hunt. It was likely that once she found the ruins she was after, she would take what she needed to and leave. 

[i][color=beige]"I will confess that I [/color][/i][color=beige]could[/color][i][color=beige] use a tenday of lodging myself..."[/color][/i] Kythor said, leaning back in his seat. Perhaps he would go after the verbeeg. With these two in tow, however? He wasn't sure. [i][color=beige]"Jitter Meadowbrook, is it? You wanna know what my plan is? My plan is to, for both of your sakes, suggest that neither of you consider the offer of hunting down a verbeeg too seriously. If I'm bein' quite honest, I imagine this task might be a bit over your heads. I've never had the pleasure of dealing with a verbeeg myself, and for good reason - they're dangerous creatures, who can..."[/color][/i] He paused. What could they do? The tiefling cursed in orcish beneath his breath. How he wished he still had the elders to counsel for their knowledge on these things! Kythor quietly cleared his throat, continuing to speak. [i][color=beige]"That's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is an encounter with a verbeeg is most certainly too dangerous for two visitors to Icewind Dale to handle. I imagine a single verbeeg is far stronger than a group of kobolds, Jitter,"[/color][/i] he chuckled, taking a swig of mead.