"Hi Bran." Rowan leans forward and gives Bran a firm handshake. "Hello Eusebius. 'Shining one?' Is that the sun?"
"Anyway. let's see. Oh." He looks up as Boog approaches. "'Ready to go', eh? Well, we'll 'boogie' when we see if we've got anyone else coming with us. Have a seat commander." He pulls out a chair for Boog.
"This shrine..." Rowan gestures vaguely, "is very magical. Powerful. Listen, these monks at the Long Zheng monestary really know their stuff. They've got this great library - that's where people keep their books. Like this one I borrowed." Rowan pulls out a basic reading book a youth would use in his first years of school. "They know all sorts of stuff about healing and building weird mazes, and werewolves. Yes. Werewolves. We're on a quest to cure someone of lycanthropy. I can't tell you who yet, but that's what we need to do. And this shrine has the power to do it. I'm sure it has all sorts of other powers, too, so we all need to be careful. This is going to be a dangerous quest, so I don't want any greenhorns, if you know what I mean. Werewolves can shred a man in seconds. I've seen it happen. And they can do worse than shred a man. Yes."
"We need men," he rolls his eyes and moves his hand in a circle as he adds a politically correct adendum, "Women, dwarves, whatever, who are brave, adventurous, and can hold their own when the going gets rough. I might not be able to look after you. But if you want to come, we're going to find this shrine, and you'll be the first men," he rolls his eyes and circles his hand again," to see this place of power in a millenium. If you have a question or quest, this shrine can help you too." He stops. "I think" he adds reluctantly. "You tell 'em, Boogster."