Nars waits for Fasroth to retire as he has already been of more than enough service. He'll let Ishmael brief Gorefoot on halflingdom.
"Ah, Percy, if we can catch the redcap still, er, injured, it could be more easily defeated. Perhaps Farsoth, ah, or the thorns, know where the n-necklace takes it."
In the morning, Nars takes a deep breath. The question is important. I have to ask it. But I don't want to. Can't someone else. Maybe no one else thought of it. I hate talking. Nars swallows and takes another deep breath. "This, er, necklace this redcap has was owned by a druid, ah, what's his name, ah, Farblood or Fairblood or something. He ne, nego, ah, ... , made a peace between humans and ther fey. Fairblood used the necklace to travel, ah, back and forth, while making the treaty. The necklace can, er, teleport the wearer. Do you happen to know anything about it? Like, ah, where it teleports the, er, wearer? The redcap was, er, living in the ruins of a, ah, keep less than a day's travel into the, er, Woods. That's where we fought it. It fled, ah, using the necklace. Any idea where it is now?" His speech finished, Nars turns bright red. He stares at his feet, chewing on his lip, afraid to look up.