Beeber's voice is slow, ponderous and filled with foreboding "I think our friend either does not know or is, for some reason, unwilling to tell us the nature of these 'pests'. This does not augur well. But consider this! He is offering 300 gold AND possible clan membership. That to me implies that he is talking about more than a few little rats. I think whatever these 'pests' are they are big and they are dangerous."
He took a swig from his tankard. "So isn't that why we are all here? I presume none of us really expect to die in a comfortable bed surrounded by doting grand-children. Count me in."