Sylas gives a slightly embarassed look at Elias, catches his breath for a moment, then answers. Well... those bandits you have encountered and defeated are part of a small army of rogues that has been raiding the area in the last months... so you have rendered a service to our village and are honoured guests...
Then he looks deep into his wine as if he was looking for words in there, drinks it in a swift sip, then starts talking again It is true, however, that when I saw your prowess in combat I thought of asking your services. A few miles from the village is a large swamp, a little jungle i'd say, that has been dominion of a lizardfolk tribe for decades. They never gave this village much trouble, we even traded a few goods in the past. But in the last months, the situation has changed. I don't know how he managed such a feat, but apparently, a Goblin shaman gathered a band of humanoid bandits of various races, some of which assaulted you, and took control of their territory. The village is continuously targeted by their raids, and it obviously has not nearly enough men capable at arms to defend itself. I am not enough, less so now that I lost an arm to repel their last attack.
I believe you might be our chance to get rid of this threat... You wouldn't be unrewarded if you chose to give us aid...
concludes the elf with an expectant look in his eyes...