Relic is completely unruffled by the man's outburst.
Dane, take a deep breath. Everything will be fine. We will resolve this rather bizarre situation and you will get you house back. At the moment you are asking us to trust you, and you only walked through that door a moment ago. I ask you to offer us the same vote of confidence.
Relic looks at Dale calmy and reassuringly waiting for him to get a grip of himself, but whether he does or not he continues.
Now, if what you are looking for is for someone to kick down the door of the disappearing house, kill everyone in sight no questions asked and hand you back over the house then what you are looking for is not a group of adventurers. You will need to go to the Asssassin's Guild and ask there for assistance.
Now, think about it. Did your house have foundations built into the ground, or did you build an over-sized cart with wheels that could be rolled away by a determined bunch of burly thugs? All I am saying Dale is that there could be a third party involved in the theft, someone with the ability to magically move houses from one place to another, who then sells the houses of to willing buyers, perhaps to someone like Roug. This could of course all be but castles I'm making in the sand. And that is what we will find out ... as soon as we have someone big and strong to protect us while we are asking Roug the questions.
As for buying me an ale and a warm plate of stew, I'd say that is a fairly resonable price for an adventuring contract. As you said yourself, the situation could be very dangerous. I don't know how you plan to reward my companions, or what price they will ask of you. Mine is an ale and a plate of warm stew. Coppers well spent, if you get your house back, don't you think?
Relic pushes back an empty chair next to him inviting Dale to sit down, his stomach grumbling with hunger.