Grunlor scans the room, turning his gaze to each of the two remaining men in turn, seeing no trace of evil in any of them. Shortly, the man who had answered the door returns from one of the corridors with a tall man in a dressing gown. The tall man is middle-aged, and has only a fringe of greying hair left encircling his head. (Grunlor sees no either of the two men entering the room).
His grey eyes are piercing, as if he can see into the soul of each of you. He looks at the seven of you slowly, a disinterested look on his face, ending with Grunlor. He smiles wryly, then speaks with a deep voice: "Well, laides, gentlemen. Now that we all know that neither side is inherently evil, can we sit down and talk like civilized people? Will you at least let me speak a moment? Good." He continues without pausing to let you answer. "Welcome to the Mettelford branch of the Society of the Irregulars. This is a temporary outpost of ours, really; we've helped these goblins before, and they've been nice enough to lend us some space as a hideout of sorts--because we've been waiting for you."
He notices the queer looks on your faces. "Well, all right, not for you particularly. But... well, let's start from the beginning. You probably believe us thieves and goblin-collaborators, correct?"
Grinder says, "You're bloody well right! Ye've stolen something that--"
Arnis interrupts with a wave of his hand. "We've stolen this gem, right?" He produces a gem exactly like the one Melian showed you from a pocket inside his dressing-gown. "Yes, you're right. We stole it, but not for the reasons you may think. Our profit is not in gold, but in information. And, quite simply, we wanted to know what Melian would do to get this gem back. We were hoping to have a... chat... with him." He pauses for effect. "We can discuss details in a moment, but what would you say to this? I will double whatever he paid you to retrieve this--if you will help me to keep it out of his hands."