Thamol gets up and is smiling.  If the others look at his face they see the same look he give any female he take a liking to (including Tarmes) or an animal he like.

"I am Thamol.  Tobin gave this to us after we came across him.  It seem he was chancing the necromancer we were after.  It also seems the necro was more deadly that we new.  We did make life difficult for the necrom and gave Tobin direction so he has better chance of catching up with him.  He told us to deliver this to Captain Kaief but I feel you higher up than the captain so does not mater if we give it to you."
Thamol hand the woman the scroll and waits.  He seem to be waiting for her so he can ask something else but that the letter is more important.

It is clear Thamol is not bother by waiting for woman, her power and rank.

Zar'Da stands as the woman suddenly appears and remains standing as she and the others talk. His face blushed slightly when he realized his hand was clenched on the hilt of his sword due to the surprising appearance of the woman and quickly removed it as to not send any misunderstood intentions.

"Please, no need for a formality.  You are our guest here.  You have come out of your way to deliver a message for us.  You did us a favor.", the woman hands the scroll to the secretary.  She goes off to her desk, and takes out a ring and places on the seal.  Appears to be a perfect match.  She opens the letter then chants as she draws a circle on the paper.  Her eyes briefly glows.  The letter is then returned to the Major, with a nod, apparently of approval.

"Capatain Kaief is also on the move, trying to intercept the wretched necromancer as he is pursued by Tobin.  This letter will indeed is valuable for us to track down Neconlius.  Please, tell me anything else that could be helpful.  What happened in the encounter, where he was and what he was doing, and any little clue might be important."

-K

Thamol is happy she seem easy going.  He decide to put what he know to her.
"Well it quite clear he cares nothing for the life of others.  He quite happy to kill both animal and humanodes.  More over he seems to delight in putting others through as much pain as possible.  He looks down on all other intelligent creature and dismisses them as if they creature to be played with or squashed like flys.  His powers are quite high.  He can fly and disregard minor spells I can cast."
Thamol tells I his experiences.
"The key thing however that I think you should know is he had a red crystal ball which was very important to him.  He held it like a female creature holds it new born offspring.  I am sure it was magical and powerful.  I would say it has a major part of his plans."

Lounging in one of the stiff chairs, Tarmes spoke up. ”That bloody mule Neconlius turned a whole village into light forsaken zombies and skeletons!” She took a couple minutes to explain how Chillbane had come across the burning village and the goblins that had ransacked the place. She further explained they had followed the trail of footprints in the snow to a mine. Tarmes spared no one’s ears and used several colorful expletives describing the fight with Neconlius. In particular she pointed out that the necromancer had dropped an entire mine on top of a large group of helpless and sleeping villagers. It’s quite clear Tarmes has some unresolved anger issues.

Considering the walk had been long and these setas were made for humans, it wasn't long before Penville found himself falling lightly to the floor as his eyes glazed over whilst the bigger folk bickered. Always with the arguments.

It was one of the reasons he had liked the druids he'd once met. They'd laugh and smoke some nice tasting baccy and then everyone was eventually swapping dtories with a lot of giggling. He guessed they must have been good stories as he couldn't remember the last time he'd giggled.

As he sat in the darkness of the undertable he spent his time patting on Bigby (who seemed intently listening if any could see under the table) and Penville looked around to see if he could guess who everyone was by just looking at their legs.

"So...  The mine was a few days of travel north of here, and he fled further north? Major Grassreaver asked, musing.  "Or, perhaps not fled, if he is as strong in wizardry as you describe.  I fear that perhaps Tobin may not be enough.  One man can easily slip by and evade another."
She turned to the secretary and began giving orders.
"Ready twenty men of arms, who are to leave with me within three hours.  They must all be mounted, for speed is of the essence."
"What of the matter of Fisel Vladorovich?" The secretary asked after taking swift notes.
"Blast.  I was going to look into that myself..." Major Grassreaver
said forcefully, looking around the room.  Her eyes fell on you, the adventurers of Chillbane.
"Perhaps you will look into this matter for me?  You have already gone out of the way to help us by delivering the letter, so you have no obligation to us, and indeed we are in your debt somewhat.  However, our business with Neclonius is such that little attention can be spared to what may be a dangerous matter.  There is another wizard, Damaran by birth, who has a bad reputation in Sembia and the Dalelands, but has committed no crime within our jurisdiction.  Lately, he has arrived in Bloodstone Gate in the company of a number of strange-looking men.  We think this bodes ill, and want to know what is plans are.  Since I will be helping to pursue Neclonius, I cannot get this information myself.  But perhaps you may in my stead, if you wish to aid us once more."

Thamol looked at the lady.  He liked her.  It seemed good idea to help her.
If she like Thamol she may be able to help him with his quest.  She seemed very busy and always in hurry.  She going to be hard to get to help him.
He always found this type of person did not take time to enjoy life.

"Well, I could help.  I do not have any real plans at moment."
He turns to others to see if they will join are go there own way.

Shrugging Penville adds "Everyone else I knew is dead. Guess that gives me some free time."

*RAWWOO*

"Yes yes, cept you Biggers." he grins before entering his trance again, counting sheep jumping over a guillotine. 1 in 4 make it.

"I too will help." was all the quiet half-drow said.

Sure, why not? Sophia says to the leader. Its the least I could do since they helped in my rescue. Sophia thought to herself knowing that she wouldn't have it any other way.

So far Tarmes is farily impressed with the major; a strong woman in a position of authority is someone that the foul mouthed blonde can’t relate to, but respects all the same. ”Tis a right fine thing for Chillbane to go about playing messenger service to a half size lieutenant. But all the better if we get to play sherrif instead. Count me in.” She paused briefly, but before anyone else had a chance to chime in she added, ”If you already consider yourself in our debt, Major, how do you plan to repay us?”

"Thank you, your help will be appreciated, and," Major Grassreaver looked to Tarmes, "Repaid in gold or favors in turn, as you choose when you have come to a successful conclusion.  But, please remember; we're trying to bring civilisation to this frigid lawless place.  Which means, if Fisel is planning evil, or has done it already, I would like you to capture him and bring him to be tried in the due process of law."

Zar'Da nodded at the proclaimation of wanting to bring order to these lands. Coming from a place of pure chaos he could see why one would want to accomplish such a task.
"We will do our best to bring him in alive."

Thamol not to sure he like civilization.  He found humans use the word to mean they want other to act and do what they wish and if they didn't they find way kill you or lock you up.  They call that civilization.
However bring back someone alive was no problem.
"We will do our best find what they up to.  If bad we bring them back to you alive if possible.  So can tell use where we need go to find them?"

"According to my sources, he's been frequenting the cheaper and less reputable inns here in town.  Fisel is said to be a human of middle age, with pale blond hair, and he was dressed in grey robes and hood, and was seen with four other men in like raiment.  You might have to do a little asking around of your own in the poorer neighborhoods."  Major Grassreaver explained, and then bowed to all of you.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go organize the pursuit of Neclonius.  Good luck!  You can always come for help here, should you need it."

Talvaroff stood up again, and bowed.
"We won't fail, milady.  I'll be off at once."

After the woman left Zar'Da turned to his companions and said,"Well, no rest for the wicked, eh. Where shall we start?"

"Zar'Da speak for your self.  Only fool walk the path of wicked.  However we are ready to go."
It seem the elf does not get joke this time.
"Any idea which way?"

During your day's visit, you got a fairly good feel for the layout of the town.  The fortress and great Bloodstone Gate stood to the east of most of Bloodstone Village, protecting it from the perils of Vaasa should it come close.  Most of the wealthier people lived deeper within the pass itself, on estates made of wood and stone on high ledges on the knees of the mountains.  The folk become poorer and poorer as you come further down the pass, until right up against the gate are the beggars, paupers, and refugees from wars both far away and near.  Most of the establishments that sell alcohol to these wretched souls are tucked out of sight along the sheer mountain cliffs in this section of the town.

As he walking along Thamol tries to find someone the talk to find information about what going on around the place.

OOC:
14:42, Yesterday: Thamol Liadon rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Gather information.

Zar'Da follows along with his companions as they begin their journey. As they grow colser and closer to the gates he is quite saddened by the poverty about. Even in the dark tunnels of Menzobarranzen drow almost never went without a roof over their head, because houseless meant dead or slavery. The young half drow would hand out a few silver to any children that looked in need, hoping the adults wouldn't take the coin from them.

Thamol's attempts to cajol information out of the locals is unsuccessful.  Perhaps he's just a little too strange, or people are just tight-lipped, but Thamol rarely gets more than a muttered, 'I don't know,' to his questions.

Asking around for a bar where the drink is easy and the women cheap. Or was it the other way around? Either way, he heads in and approaches the barman, speaking in his most gruff voice, and wearing an eye patch:

"Oi ugly. I need info and a drink and you're giving me both. I seek out some brethern, five guys in grey robes and hoods, supposedly led by a man with pale blond hair. I got the info they wanted and I wanna be shot of this place. By the way, nice hole." he spits onto the floor in a manly way.

It comes out in more of a baby dribble type effect.

The barkeep is indeed ugly, a tall, deathly thin old man with a missing ear.  He frowns and cracks his knuckles loudly as he leans slowly over the bar to look down on Penville.
"Well.  Well, well.  I might know about something like that.  But I'm old, and my memory is light.  As is my coin-purse." He winked and grinned, revealing gaps in his yellowed, crooked teeth.