The Thegn seems somewhat taken aback by Breor's slight of his town but turns his measured gaze to each of you as you make introductions. After you have all spoken he directs you each to a seat by a fireplace and sits in brooding silence before at last speaking.
"This town has always been peaceful and prosperous. For the generations of folk living here since the fall of the north, Nothva Rhaglaw's fortunes have waned somewhat, and we now appear as little more than frontiersman. But our people have a proud heritage and life here is never harsher than the bite of a particularly icy winter. Until recently…." Walvoric frowns and is deep in thought before he continues on.
“Almost a month ago the trapper Beroth was found dead in the Drebiwyd, it appeared he had been slain by some wild beast. This is a strange occurrence in itself, even moreso given the man was reputed to be a skilled woodsman. Then a few days after, another woodsman, Aski, turned up in the Limpid Pool with some tale of flashing lights in the woods at dusk. He swore it was a ghost or foul spirit of some kind and many folk believed him. I took no action on either of these incidents believing one to be an accident and the other foolishness.” He shakes his head and hoarsely mutters, “It seems I was the fool. Two shepherds disappeared a week ago and no trace has been found of either. It seems my inaction has led to this evil growing and the death of two more of my folk. All now fear and shun the woods and few have been brave enough to dare a search for the missing lads.”
“It seems your appearance here is most timely, I had planned to offer a reward to any of the folk hereabouts willing to go into the woods. Instead now I will offer you any boon I may if you can search out this evil and put it to rest. What say you then?”