As the party draws closer he stands and stretches. He is a large man, big enough to make the heroes suspect he might have some ogre blood in him. He bears a shield taller than Ras, and the sword at his side sports an enormous ruby in the pommel.
"Well, you've gotten here fast." The man's voice is deep and rough, but also flippant. "He said he thought you'd move quickly." He looks the party over, fixing on Zenithral. "You're the one, right?" He chuckles darkly. "Well, he never said what you were to him, but now the resemblance is obvious. Not really surprising, I guess. Not in this line of work."
The man straightens up another few inches. "Well, on to business! Talking is only half my job, after all. He says, 'Boy. I have the druid woman, and I will give her back safely when you do as I say.' Something along those lines anyway."
He cracks his neck with a loud pop. "So? Do you agree to his terms, or will you make me earn the other half of my pay?"