Falcons Hollow III: The Crown of The Kobold King.
Nom noticed the stranger approaching and greeted him with a lingering bewilderment in his voice. "Hullo sir, we're still trying to discern as much ourselves. Seems as though..."
The gnome was about to say more, but suddenly clamped his mouth shut. After all this man was a stranger, certainly someone Nomerendal didn't know and that was to say he obviously wasn't from around here. Though his hood was pulled over his head, Nom thought he noted the tell-tale grace of the fey-lineaged. Quite probably an elf!
Suddenly feeling embarrassed about his suspicion, the little bard cleared his throat. "I beg your pardon sir, I realize you're not from around here, but even though we seem to be experiencing a rash of trouble in our little town, there's no need for rudeness, forgive me. My name is Nomerendal, how do you do? These are my friends..."