The Lord of Nogortha
Caleb's eyes widened and he tensed, gripping his crossbow tight enough for his knuckles to whiten as the siabre showed itself and spoke. When it proved not immediately hostile, he relaxed ever so slightly, lowering but not stowing his weapon.
When Bristle had finished introducing herself, he chimed in with his own two coppers, an edge of resolve undercut by fear of the unnatural thing in front of him in his voice. "We're here because we need to talk with you, and maybe offer you some kind of deal. There's a witch, goes by the name Whisper, he said, dripping contempt in the way he said her name, "She's causing all kinds of mayhem. We're told you might have been screwed over by her in the past, and were hoping you'd be willing to help us to return the favor."
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