"Never 'eard of ya," says Veneman. "My name's Veneman, and I break things. 'Eard o' me?"
"Peace my friend," says the elf, his bow still drawn. "One warns us to escape a curse of undeath, another offers to immortalise us in song if we join him. You really ought to get your stories straight." He quirks an eyebrow. "I don't share my friend Veneman's taste for senseless violence either. We have no wish to fight you, but neither have I cause to trust you. Tell me, have you perchance mislaid a wizard? I whiny little runt of a man."