The halfling shakes his head. He's obviously not here by accident, and he was hired. He knows who we are, which is not usually known from those outside—its not like we've been here that long. No reason to kill him. He looks to the half-elf. And your story was a bit strange. But we saw you tied up by those hobs we killed, so its unlikely your a problem as well. So either we argue until several of us our dead, or we get on with the getting on. The older halfling looks at all of them a moment, then shrugs and gets on with his business of searching the northern room.Gark looks hard at the bard, apparently inspecting him for a head injury. "So anyone who doesn't suffer from paranoid delusions care to continue this conversation?"