"Well I didn't want to trouble you folks. . . " Jams mutters to himself. "After all, you WERE just helping out a poor guy you MET on the road."
The half-elf gives Jams an odd look, as if he pitied the fellow but was trying to figure something out. "Now Drinkhammer, lets give our guests the whole story, and if they want to help us will be grateful. It's a short one regardless."
He took a breathe and turned to the group. "Over the last few weeks nine people have gone missing from the town. We have seen no signs of struggle but it has often been when people have been out on fishing boats or going just outside the village for something. The last one missing was the mayor's daughter."
"I dinnae know about the mayor's daughter. It were only six when I left." The dwarf adds a bit defensive. "We live in a dangerous place, people can sometimes go missing ifin thy're careful or not."