Dinner with Thalantyr is an understated occasion, he appears to drink only milk and water and eats a thin vegetable soup (apparently without meat stock) and a few poached eggs. Korik gets a roast chicken and the same soup, Grim is fed and washed, if he desires it and sits at Korik's feat with a sheep bone.
"Well, Koirk, I hope you have settled in, perhaps I should better express what is required of you. As you are aware the Cloakwood lies the north of here between us and Baldur's Gate. In so far as the woods of Toril go it's quite quiet, almost benign even. There are goblinoids and bandits in the fringes, deeper inside the wood is the domain of ettercarps, spiders and the ilk. Mostly they seem to content to stay within the wood and leave outsiders alone unless they intrude."
"This very rarely happens as there is no history or rumours of great treasure in the wood, no lost cities, no fallen elven realms, nothing like that at all. It's just a wood. There's a few druid circles and a flooded dwarven iron mine. That's it. No real reports of any drow interest in the area either, which is suprising for a wood full of arachnids."
"Anyway, there is now something going on and I am under an obligation to find out what it is. There is some sort of sinister mist or darkness reported in the wood. Not a natural fog, of which the Wood is well provided under the right conditions. I am asking you to penetrate into the Cloakwood and scout out the situation."
