He nodded and tilted his head, this man was direct. He liked that in the youth, too many young people using deception nowadays and not speaking the gods honest truth. Though he had learned long ago, truth suffered from too much analysis from the young and sometimes the old.
"Before we speak, let us sit, for I have traveled a long ways and am weary."
He came to a table in the corner and sat down with Dekkroh.
"Two weeks ago I was sent a letter from a very old friend who lived in the north with the barbarians. He had told me that something had come out of the moutians north of Talahar and was ravaging villages and killing people. At first, Hellsein thought it was a dragon, but he learned that this thing did not kill like a dragon. No, no fire, no roaring. Secretly. He believes it to be one of the last of the old races of Draconians. But I found out quickly enough that it was not the nature of Draconians. And so I need someone to help me in this. We are to go to the village of Masheik where we will meet Hellsein and go into the caves of the moutians and investigate what it is. The money will be good. So what do you think?"