Valdir relaxes a bit but still keeps a hand on his rapier hilt as he sips his elven spiced wine. After a long pause Valdir shrugs characteristically. "I've met and talked with many people lately, mainly regarding a quest I've been assigned in return for my lost hand. It seems the frost giants, or someone in cahoots with them, has a penchant for cold weather and are trying to permanently change it. I've been assigned the task of investigating it and, if possible, stop it. To this end, I've spoken with many people, one of whom might be this 'Cooper' person."
After taking another sip, Valdir looks up, a brief hint of the nasty streak he has that differentiates him from most of his silvan kin flashes in his eyes and then is gone. He continues, "Now, I don't know you from the Great Dragon, so why, if I've even heard of this Cooper person, would I just offer him up to the likes of you? You are a bit rude and I'm not real keen on introducing folks who might wish harm to those who might prove helpful in my quest. Have a drink, or whatever it takes to calm you down and inject some manners into you, and explain yourself and your intentions."