As Torok took the coin, Allan considered what he had managed to sift from the old man's riddles. When Torok had spoken of a house that drank the life of people, Allan got the feeling that while it certainly wasn't completely reliable, it wasn't a complete fabrication of the beggar's delusions either. Allan made a note to be wary of any seemingly empty houses he came across. Torok had gone on then to speak of ravens with that same level of coherence. Allan wasn't entirely sure of what to make of that though. Possibly that someone was interfering in things that were best left alone, but Allan couldn't be certain. Finally, Torok had revealed a key he had chained to his neck, claiming that the ravens would want it and that it had something to do with where the dead went or came from. Something that Allan took to mean a cemetery, grave, or tomb. That interested Allan more than the other two tidbits. If these ravens Torok spoke of wanted his key, that meant they wanted to open something. And if they wanted to open something, that had to mean that there was something of value locked away somewhere. Something that Torok's key could open the way to.

[b]"If you take it to them, will you share your reward with me? Old Torok can eat well many times, and maybe have a bath or two, if they are a straight deal."[/b]

It seemed that even Torok could notice when Allan's desire for wealth was taking hold of him. It didn't sound like that bothered the old man through, so long as the half elf was willing to share. [b]"That would be fair enough."[/b] Allan said with an obliging nod. [b]"I wouldn't have even known about the reward if you hadn't told me, after all."[/b]