Damien's eyebrows rise slightly at the attention. It made him uncomfortable, but thinking on the question Jorun asked, he saw no real reason to keep it from them. If there was something of value in those caves and goblins were now thrown into the mix, he would need all the help he could get if he was to investigate properly. Besides, if he went home now, there would only be chores waiting for him upon his return.
"Last night, by chance, I won a Rings contest with a stranger. The reward was a map, leading to the caverns nearby," he explained, as he leaned against a wall, his quarterstaff nestled in the crook of his arm. "As you all should know, local lore suggests that the caves are empty. I have it on good authority that it may be just the opposite."
"A man," he went on, "who goes by the name of Khellek, expressed extreme interest in procuring the map from me. Said it was his and was very important. So we played a game of Dragonchess for it, which led to a stalemate. One way or another, he still got the map," he said, shrugging slightly and waving his hand dismissively. "But not before I took note of where the entrance was marked," he added, with a wink.
At Chryse's inquiry, Damien turned to regard the priest, noticing him eyeballing his sword. His father's sword. Protectively he gripped the hilt, shielding it from view slightly. Wondering why the man would care what he thought he answered, a slight tone of uncertainty in his voice, "Yes. If these badgers are agitated, as is most likely, an indirect way to deal with them would seem the best course of action."
