Lambor's Hold

The mayor leads you inside and into a living room. While the house is slightly larger than the others in the village, it's still fairly simple. In such a small and remote village, mayor is not as prestigious a position as in some other towns or cities. You gather around the dinner table and he gets the drinks you all asked for for you. Then he sits down and listens to your questions.

He turns to Taz and says: "Yes, a small delegation of these weird, bluish creatures. They were pretty small and that bit of size that was there was mostly head. Which didn't do them any favors, ugly as they were." He shrugs. "Anyway, they claimed to be fey who lived in this forest before our grandparents and great-grandparents came here and settled this forest under the leadership of Allion Lambor. And now they want the land back, I guess. But we have just as much a right to live here as they do."

"There's occasional earthquakes here but they're never really strong. Maybe two or three times a year," Durlim explains. "The one right before these fey - if that's really what they are - showed up was stronger than usual. But not strong enough that we suspected anything was off." He shrugs. "I don't think these things cause the earthquakes but most of the town is convinced that these events had something to do with each other."

He pauses to think for a moment and then opens his mouth to say something else when he tilts his head and listens for a moment. There appears to be a small commotion outside. He pauses a moment longer, then says: "They usually come from the Northwest, I believe."

"Of course I told them that," the mayor replies. "And they weren't happy. Pretty angry, actually. Didn't tell us how to reach them but they said they'd be back." He pauses again and listens for the noises outside. As you all listen as well, it sounds like an argument, though you can't really make it out. "What is going on there?", Durlim asks, shaking his head. "Anyway, Leffint was supposed to search for their camp. I haven't heard back from him about whether he found it but maybe you can ask him. He's a pretty good fellow."

Durlim thinks for a moment when Narissa mentions the failed conversation with the hunter, then he nods. "It's true, he has been acting a bit off recently, but I still thought he'd be willing to talk to you at least. Well, other than..."

He is interrupted when the door to his house is thrown open. He looks up and as you all turn to the door, you see Murya standing in the entrance. "They're back," she says to the mayor. "Those things, the fey, they're here again. And they ask to speak to you!"

Your group heads out alongside Mayor Durlim. A small crowd has gathered in the center of the town, not far from the mayor's house and right in front of the tavern. A wide circle of humans stands there, surrounding three of what might be the ugliest people any of you have ever seen. Just over half the height of a halfling, their blue-skinned heads are far larger than they should be, proportionally to their bodies. They're also far uglier than they have any right to be, with swollen, infected looking eyes, burst pimples and zits and rough and uneven skin. Their long, pointed ears droop and their teeth are pointed and uneven, pointing in any and all directions.
One of them is riding on what looks like an enormous dung beetle, the others are standing, holding small and dented daggers. The three of them keep throwing shifty and nervous glances around as they don't trust the people around them.
When the beetle rider, the one you assume to be their leader, sees your mixed group of strange non-humans approach, its eyes widen and bulge in surprise to the point that you're almost worried they might pop out any moment.

Belathor can't really tell anything about the blue creatures themselves but he does notice that the bug that one of them is riding on looks unnatural. It's not just a freak of nature, grown to this size by accident but most likely, these ugly "fey" have raised and are controlling it through some innate magic of theirs.
Taz finds that the creatures look uncomfortable and nervous, surrounded by so many hostile people and especially with the arrival of a full group of tough looking individuals now. They try to act tough, especially the rider but they don't really exude the aura of leaders or high ranking officials. They're most likely just messengers.
The creatures are all barefooted, wearing just simple cloths fashioned from natural materials. Their feet are dirty with mud but they also have something else stuck to them that she can't quite make out. It looks like some small, pale white-ish rocks.

The mounted of the creatures turns its attention to Taz when she addresses them. "You're the leader of this swarm?", it asks her. "We come to bring a message from our prince. And from the lady."

"Yes," one of the other two adds enthusiastically. "A final warning!"