Stride took the letter and continued to listen to Yashar. Even though he was old, prude, and possibly going to die at the end of this adventure at the hands of this half elf, he decided that he did deserve an apology. Although the mage was already inside, the saucer above Stride flew up through a window and spoke to the mage.

[color=f26522]"Thank ya for the stuff Yashar... and sorry about bein' a bit rude back there. I-It was uncalled fer."[/color]

Back on the ground, Stride walked over to the ogre and handed him the letter. The ogre seemed like a kind soul, and although ogres aren't the smartest, this guy seemed like a genius for ogre standards.

[color=f26522]"Since I don't need anything from the blacksmith, and I asked fer gear for "Wolfie", would it be fine if ya' took this note to the smithy behind the inn? I need to head to the marketplace and heal my mouth. The stables should be at the front of the city, but if you can't find 'em, come find me in the marketplace and we'll find the stables together, okay...?"[/color]

Stride waited for the ogre's response before departing, in pursuit of the healers in the marketplace.