The fellow scratches the stubble on his cheek and says, "Diplomatic mission? God forsaken land?"
He eyes the rock candy offered by Sai but does not take any. "Down the street near the river; can't miss him. And I'll have you know Morsten ain't no gods-forsaken land. Morsten is the eastern anchor for Furyondy! Why, if me and my men weren't here, there's no telling what the Old One might try."
"Goblins and worgs? Dangerous activity and other creatures?" he repeats, scratching the other side of his face. "The boys of Green Company killed an owlbear...oh, about three weeks ago. It charged 'em when they were on patrol up the river. Haven't seen any goblins or orcs or such. About how many Goblins and worgs attacked you?"
Muldgarr settles his horse in the stables and walks around a bit. He notices a lot of military presence here in the form of Furyondy soldiers. Also, the docks along the river are being fortified, as well as extended to harbor larger ships.
Kranston stays with the wagons. After brushing out his pony, he begins to compose an epic tune while softly playing his drum. After several minutes of drumming and singing, Kranston hears, "You play very well. You must have had a lot of practice. I wish I could play like that."
Kranston looks to where the voice is coming from, but there is no one around.
"Did you make that drum yourself?"
This time the voice sounds like it is coming from under the wagon.
And then, while he is looking under the wagon, a tiny figure steps from behind a barrel and out into the open.
The creature, no more than two feet in height, doffs its hat, offers a deep bow, and says, "I am pleased to meet you. My name is Obillamuck, but most call me Obi. What is your name?"
