Looking for Adventure in Briarwood
Orcs being full of guff, snarl at their captors and make rude gestures toward them constantly, "Let me loose for one minute, Elf, and see what will happen to your pansy, frolicking a**!"
The cowled, robed scholar, a late-middle-age fellow who you now notice is looking rather thin and gaunt, upon seeing that he is not immediately followed, turns back to address the party again, "Perhaps I was too hasty before. I would gladly offer counsel to gentlemen such as you if you wish to avail yourselves of my knowledge. But you seem to have your hands full at the moment, so allow me to invite you to inquire at my library in the alley to the north of Wailing Street, just across from the, ah, the ... courtesan's ... parlor."