The young follower of Heironeous was following the gnome's story until she began throwing out names. There were too many names and too many different locations for Darik to follow. He was a bit taken back at how the woman spoke of Sir Braford as he and she were both followers of Pelor. He knew that not all follower got along well with each other, but he thought that one might be a little less apt to express their true feelings to a stanger than Corky, but apparently he was wrong.
He followed the conversation as best he could and then nodded when she signalled that she was done speaking. "Well then. I suppose I should take my leave of you maddam. I will seek out those whom you have disclosed to me. I will do my best to discover Sir Braford and his fate. Obviously if he still breathes, I will have him come here to report any of his findings. Otherwise, I will bring news of his.......fate. Unless of course you don't wish to know." He paused for any response from the follower of Pelor before bidding her farewell. "Very well then. I shall be off. Thank you for the information."
Unfortunately still being green from his training, he executed an about face maneuver and began to walk in the direction of the smithy. His walking wasn't quite a march, but it wasn't anything that could be described as a relaxed walk either. Corky had mentioned Kelset and the blacksmith first, so that was how he was going to investigate. It was a bit of a relief to know that the believed problem was caused by goblins as opposed to the darkness from the west. This news, if confirmed, would indeed be good news to his superiors. He came to the smithy and began to look around. He finally decided that he had better state his intentions prior to being looked at as a common customer, or worse, a thief. "Greetings there. I am Darik, devout follower of Heironeous. I am looking for Kelset? I am hoping to learn a little of Sir Braford and what he was investigating. Or perhaps more importantly, what plagues your town."