"Aye, I was sent by Brother Markus," replies Kralek. "Brother Kay and me are here to collect some musty old tome for, ah, historical purposes." He grins. "And, if we get a chance eliminate ah certain nasty cultist."
The half-orc leans back in his chair and takes a deep draught from his mug. "But ye wanted traveler's tales, didn't ye? That I can do you for. Why, just last night, I single-handedly fended off an entire tribe o' goblins who were after some of my father's famous goat cheese," he says patting a pouch hanging off his backpack. "Sneaky little fellows..."
He mutters something and takes another gulp of ale. "Before setting out in this direction, I was wit' a group sent to banish a 10,000 year-old mummy back ta the Forgotten Wastes. Put up quite a fight, that one did, but I was able to finish him off with a solid whack from me trusty sword," he continues, giving the hilt of the greatsword on his back a brief stroke. "Ragged bugger turned into a swarm of beetles soon as I thought he was finished and scurried off inta the cracks. So we set the entire room on fire. Ha!" he laughs loudly. "Thought he could get away, he did, but we showed him. A jar of his ashes is currently en route ta the Wastes as we speak."