Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Though Aelar and Xadira can't seem to place the name 'The Daggers', Crolwell, in a state of clarity recognizes the name. It was an old acquaintance from his past. He had once mentioned something about a secretive society. They were located all over, but finding them was near impossible. Most doubted the true existence of them and those that spoke of them were often seen as senile or demented.

"I was not close enough to see if the drinking was voluntary or coerced, but once you partook your eyes went black as coals. You never hesitated you never slowed, I've never seen anyone kill so relentlessly...", he trails off again, lost in thought.

After a few more moments he comes back again, "I had talked to you before the...incident...and I know that is not who you were, you are good people, though it seems you don't remember our chats from that night. I tried to talk you down and nearly lost my head for the efforts. A small rip is all I sustained, luckily."

"I know not why this was done to you, but I saw the hooded figure myself. Few of us escaped, none of them villagers of the town. They simply were not prepared enough or fast enough.", he states. He looks pained not just for those lost, but for what had happened to you.

The goblin struggles against Crolwell while spouting an almost endless string of obscenities in both goblin and common. He is obviously outmatched by the barbarian.

Taft looks at the goblin with slight disgust, then look at Crolwell, trying his best to seem polite, "Um...no. No thank you. There are much bigger matters at hand. We have bought ourselves some time but we are still near this town, and you are likely already fugitives from the local law. We can not stay here."

"Yes, it appeared that only you for were afflicted with, whatever overcame you", Taft says. After hearing about his pin he seems to become overly excited. "You found it. I would be most grateful for its return. It has quite a value to me. Obviously these are not pins they hand out to just anyone. May I have it?", he holds out his hand as he says this and starts looking back and forth across the group.

Aelar:
You aren't able to directly discerne any elven in her face. her features are very much human.

Xadira:
If Ütés decides not to hide it and tell you, you can determine a regional accent. If she wants to hide the information she needs to roll a deception check against your insight.