[color=bc8dbf]"So, care to recount whatever epic tale you have to spin about why you are so welcomed here?"[/color]

At those words, an eager grin formed on Gorgash's face. "Of course!" He happily obliged and with a glint of what the more passively insightful party members and those who were actively using their insight would discern to be expectant eagerness. "There's a tower about three miles north by northwest of this inn. A few months back, a small group o' cultists moved in an' started attackin' travelers on the King's Road. At one point they even attacked the inn itself, I 'appened by about a day later an' took a job to clear out the tower. When I got there I found ten cultists an' two fanatics waitin' fer me. Strange thing was though that the fanatics didn't fight, they just watched me carve through their underlings like it was all some kinda show to 'em. Once I was done with the cultists, I 'ad planned on on showin' the fanatics that I weren't no dancin' monkey. But before I could, that was when I met Ms. Midnight."

By now, Gorgash's friendly smile had morphed into a knowing grin. "This ring any bells to you lot?" He asked.

While Gorgash had told his story, Rala's distrust of the people in the inn had compelled her to view her surroundings with an insightful eye. Though she found noting of suspicion, she did notice another orc sitting nearby. One that was listening to the story with a look on his face that suggested the tale was ringing a few bells for him as well.