Ronalts branches off from the main track and makes his way to the druids grove. Within the shade of its bowers, he can make out a brown bear snuffling about the undergrowth.

Making sure not to go for his weapons, Ronalt ambles forward at a slow pace and calls out, "Hail there Jaroo. I have come to give thee a report on the Moathouse."

The bear turned around and saw Ronalt as he approached.  It reared onto its hind legs in a threatening manner, then before Ronalt's eyes its form changed slowly collapsing on itself until it became the figure of Jaroo the druid.

"Indeed? This will prove interesting I should think... please go on Ronalt."

"Well what few critters still at the moathouse were mainly ghouls which we managed to dispatch nigh all. Any left would amount to least than fingers upon one hand."
"We searched it and a little in goods were still remaining. You are welcome to view what we brought back. A piece of parchment was also recovered with some symbols upon it which we aren't sure to its meaning."
"My companions are getting a warm meal at the inn."
"The fellow Rolf wasn't an easy fellow to work with. An independant soul indeed."
"Do you wish to walk with me back to the inn and see what we have recovered."
Ronalt queried.

"of course I'll join you. Be careful with what you say about Rolf, he seem quite the hero in the village. Rescued a young lass that got herself in a heap of trouble." said Jaroo as he began walking towards the inn.

"I will keep that in mind while speaking with him."
"Did he say where he found the lass? We saw no evidence of any prisoners in our search." Ronalt replied as they walked back to the inn.

"Somewhere in the moathouse, he wasn't specific. Said he had to fight off some undead to rescue her." Jaroo replied as the continued towards the inn.

All Ronalt said was "Hmmm." as he walked and listened to Jaroo's reply.