Gu'lorg eats his porridge and sausages, half-wishing that it could be some more fresh meat. He doesn't gripe about it, but eats the food and wears a gracious look on his face. He looks up at Sariel: Amaris seems to have cooked up a plan to deal with this Redbrand threat, but it doesn't seem like he is being very successful, by the looks of that woman over there. Gu'lorg points to Halia. Maybe we should help with this town's bandit threat, and then we can proceed to more pressing matters in the world.