Psybermagi says:
Heading to Holt Charun acknowledges the guild leader with respect before asking.
Sir, We've just come in from Meadowfen as messengers and representatives of Elder Ardwyn and seek council on how to proceeded. May we talk privately.
Casually looking around, Charun awaits the veterans reply and if no private audience is granted lowers his voice for a moment as needed to not be overheard
Ashbarrow has been lost to the Scorched Grove, which is actively growing, and bandits are looting what remains.
He continues in a regular tone
We bear a request for aid but are unsure to whom to take it such that it will be responded to in a timely manner with the gravity such a matter is due. Old Lodestone, as most call him, pulls Charun aside and begins talking to him in a small room in the back. The room, looking to be a small office filled with trophey's from missions that Lodestone went on when he was younger. Prowler antler, amphithere feathers, wakewrym teeth. All sorts of things that indicate the many adventures he had been on.
Aye, well, I dinnae ken who'd lend ye a hand. Thae Council, they're aye too busy wi' that Alderheart o' theirs tae worry aboot the likes o' dem oot der. Maybe if them blasted bandits weren't causin' so much trouble, they'd spare a thought for their neighbors.
His voice as always, jumbled in a thick accent from the far west from where he is from. But Charun can get enough of it, that while the bandits are causing trouble for the Council they are not very likely to help his cause.