Arrival at Nurok

Cato
"Beer sure! Schnitzel? Das I know not, aber wir haben much beef flesh, sausage und fowl! Please, take what seats you wish!" Agrobar responds, turning on his heals and going to fetch your requested items.

"Aye! See there, men? The lady knows trouble wane she hear it! She can see right thru t' the quick of it and stands ready lend her blade if needs be!" the young man, still standing on the bar, calls out, gesturing toward Ilwyn.

"A beast, m'lady fair. A most foul beast towering taller 'n these very rooftops!" he continues. From your judgement of the inn, that would mean a beast towering some 20 feet tall, if he is indicating this building and not just the other, single-story structures in town.

"Five arms's its got, wit' three heads, all wit' the smallest fang larger'n my whole hand! Taken the cattle 'n livestock it were, but nows taken t' liking man-flesh! Well I say no more! We's got real heroes here now what can bring an end to it!"

With his last words, the man hops off of the bar and strides boldly across the room, arm outstretched, seeking a hand to shake.

"Gaston DePlume" he says, bowing his head slightly. "Fur trapper and hunter by trade, man as a gift of the gods to the fairer sort." he adds, his head shifted slightly to eye Ilwyn and Etna.

"Please. Allow your first drink to be on me." Taking a small handful of coins, he ceremoniously tosses them onto the platter of drinks that Agrobar returns with.

Etna
You recall stories of some beasts becoming so large, though most things of that size are usually giants. In these lands, perhaps Hill Giants or some of their kin. Creatures with multiple arms, however, are mush more rare.

Ilwyn
Several of those gathered shout their support of Gaston. "Aye! Tis true! Towering, horrid creature what scoops up cattle like they was some small dog!"

Agrobar merely looks down, a sadness coming over him. He nods slowly, apparently confirming what Gaston has said.

The murmuring fades a bit as townsfolk look around to one another, then back to Agrobar and Gaston.

"Look at mich nicht an, ich habe no coins zu geben." says Agrobar, turning back to the bar.

"Ahhh... ahem... well, yes." stammers Gaston. "Surely the glory you would get...well... I mean, the tales to be told!" he continues, falling off to an awkward silence as he looks around the party.

Gaston perks up at your group seemingly changing direction, looking to help rather than press forward. "Aye, good sir, I'll lead ya t' where the brute were last seen. If ya're goin' west, well then so much the better. Mostly follow th' road nor'west 'fore we break straight t' th' river. Tracks like th' thing we's huntin' ain't hard t' follow." he says.