[Chapter 2.2]
The halfling jumps forward in time to avoid getting clipped by the closing window. He doesn't seem particularly fazed by the action though, or at least it doesn't show on his face. Instead he shifts to be able to glance rapidly between Angel and the window.
"Oh. Ah...hey. That's a nifty trick. A spell slinger, huh? Good to know. Anyway good job with that orc lady by the way. It's kind of impressive you were able to figure out how to get everyone to just... you know...walk away. That is another nifty trick."
The halfling reaches up and smooths out his hair. It looks like one curly red lock had let loose from the thick palate of grease that was keeping what would likely be a curly mess tight and close to his scalp.
"I'm here to tell you that you're all screwed. You know that, right?"
There is no malice in his voice, nor is there any particular sense of concern. His tone is flat and his whole demeanor is that of a paid courier delivering a message, one that he doesn't have much interest in. If he wasn't constantly checking the corners and casting glances around the room it might be an act that would be believable.
For a second his eyes darted across the faces of the heroes, one after another, never lingering, sizing up the entire party constantly. In the span of a half second he raised his hands, empty although the tips of his fingers seemed stained with some kind of black ink or grease.
"No..ah...I'm not the threat. Or rather I'm not the one threatening you. It's Lord Saxton, of course, but you probably already knew that. What you probably didn't know is that Sir Aquilan of the Black Star knows about that castle you found and is planning on attacking it. Now he thinks that it holds the orcs that raided this town here but when he finds out that you beat him to prize he probably isn't going to take it very well. He...ah...he is not a pleasant person on a good day. He tortures and kills when he is in a good mood.
So, yeah, I figure you folks got about a week before that pigstain Aquilan shows up at your new castle or whatever. His army ain't big but Saxton has some…nasty friends. You know what a gnoll is? Well you’ll see. Anyway if you're interested I know of a couple companies that used to work for the Spires and didn't roll over to Saxton. If you are going to fight against Aquilan you'll need their help...probably more. It might help to find a few hundred friends who can fight and take orders."
He turns to head back towards the window but then pauses, nodding to himself as if he just remembered one more piece of information.
"Oh, also. You'll have to kill Aquilan, you know that right? He isn't one to let something like this go and even if you escape I imagine you care what he would do to this town if his revenge was denied. He will come for your personally. Cygnatious, their wizard, let slip their plan. While the army assaults the walls, Aquilan will slip inside and kill the orc chief. No more orc chief so that means he's going to come for you. We don't know what it is but Cygnatious made it sound like it was some kind of magical tool or spell, not your standard B&E, so be ready for that."
He pauses at the windowsill, moving as if to reopen the window and make his exit however he seems to have an almost pathological inability to turn his back to the party so he just kind of stands next to the windowsill at an angle, his eyes continuing to dart among the adventures and the shadows of the room.
"So...ah...that's it from me. I'll just be making my exit now. No need for anyone to do anything unpleasant, right?"
There wasn't fear in his voice but it wasn't a necessarily a threat either. Just a professional making sure the job was wrapped up to everyone's satisfaction before he went on about his day. The causal nature he was treating everything was strange but it didn't seem to be an act. It seemed like this really was an ordinary evening for him.