Alarion of Tovarre
"By my Troth, Holy Morwyn herself must have sent you, Constable Zane. Our path is now clear, we must find these brutish miscreants!"
"Ogre horse thieves... hobgoblin smugglers... These sound small in scale fro the rumors we heard." Alarion speaks thoughtfully. Yet if they are parts of one conspiracy... " He shakes his head. "Slavers must take precedence. Know you where we can find them, Constable Harper?"
Eldran ponders, then speaks. "Master dwarf, we were sent by the Clerics of Veluna to stop creatures from beyond the veil from crossing over and working evil in our lands. They mentioned a house without a door..." Looks curiously around.