[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

Kythor blinked. He'd gotten lost in nostalgia while the others had talked. Fortunately, his period of reminiscence was not too disruptive; he'd still heard everything that had happened. As he sat up, he decided to address everybody at once.

[i][color=beige]"First of all, as Kendra and the human have said, I can assure you chwinga are real - my father's seen them, and I myself have caught a few glimpses of 'em. Trust me when I say that our tribe and I don't have much interest in making up myths to spook the locals off."[/color][/i] With that, Kythor paused to take another swig of his mead and pick up the bowl of soup to slurp up what was left. Following that with another swig of mead, he set it down and clasped his hands together to continue. [i][color=beige]"Second of all, this lantern will be helpful in our search. You see, you're not gonna find any chwinga searching in the towns. They're shy little things and don't take to civilized areas much."[/color] Can't say I blame 'em,[/i] Kythor added to himself. 

[i][color=beige]"Thirdly, I hate to break it to you Jitter, but no matter where you go you're gonna end up freezing something off. Places like these are nice, but if you want to get anything of value done you're going to have to learn to live in the cold. As for killing the giant, you'll have to do that on your own - I'd much rather take this job, get paid, and maybe learn a thing or two 'bout the creatures that live here. If you wish to die a lonesome death out in the colds where the wolves'll pick you apart before anybody comes across your body..."[/color][/i] The tiefling shrugged. [i][color=beige]"Well, I can't say I didn't warn you. As for how we capture one of these things, I figure we can think up somethin'. As for how we can capture it, I believe we may simply have to either convince it to come with us, or lure it into a false sense of security before we pounce on it. Should be much easier than a verbeeg, at any rate."[/color][/i] He stood up and nodded to the half-elf woman. [i][color=beige]"I can't speak for sure of the rest of my company, but I'll gladly try to see if I can't scrounge a chwinga up."[/color][/i]

He then turned to look at the other two still within the mead hall. [i][color=beige]"What say you two? Interested in doin' a little bit of good old-fashioned hunting?"[/color][/i]