"Miros Xelbrin is, while I wouldn't say a friend, a neighbor of mine in Goldenfields. I once traveled here in company with him and met his parents, and this amazing cat." Aremus says and scratches Rillix under the chin, who purrs and then looks coy, before Aremus continues, "In fact, I've been meaning to speak to you all of this, but I thought it best to wait until the people of Nightstone were safe: The Abbot of Golden fields, Ellardin Darovik, has sent me south looking for aid. There has, of late, been increasingly frequent raids attempted against Goldenfields by goblins and ogres. I am tasked with finding a group willing to seek the source of these raids, which have been growing increasingly sophisticated. I was planning on heading to Daggerford to ask Sir Isteval there for aid, but you could save me the trip, if you were to accompany me back to Goldenfields. While there, Fistan could ask Miros to keep his cat."
Aremus frowned at his own thoughtlessness, "...After we break the news of his parent's demise, of course. Poor fellow."