Fargrim quickly slides his armor and pack on and follows as well, muttering a prayer under his breath.

Clash picks up his shield and backpack as he says, "yes, we are ready."

The Travel out of the City of Stone is slow and tense but you eventually start entering marsh and bog. You spend the day in mostly silence , except for the child who is quite wide eyed at the natural surroundings.  You manage to extract out of her that she thinks her name is 'girly' and that she speaks as much goblin as common. She has become increasingly happy, if still deathly quite, since leaving the city.

Hastur, brings you to a prepared camp site, where he sets up camp. Once the girl is asleep , he asks the three of you, " Your not going to take her to blackroot are you? " Hastur waits for your answer. You have the feeling that if you asked, he would take the girl with him when he 'disappears' before reaching blackroot village.

The next day the camp begins early and find that girly has made breakfast for everyone... If Fried Snake and Stolen Eggs count as breakfast.  Hastur tells you that you will reach Blackroot in an hour's walk following the plainly obvious trail, and that he will be leaving you here. Before you go, he gives you a scroll of sending that will enable you to get in touch with him for when you need to leave.

The Day is Dry but overcast. What do you do.

"Why would we not want to take the girl to Blackroot Village?"  Clash asks of Hastur before they part.

"Indeed" Hamrick confirms Clash's concern. He too feels a connection to the little girl. "Not that we don't trust your looks or anything..."

"Yeah, I somehow doubt we'll be handin' a little gel over te ye just yet, friend."

The Half Ork looks surprised and a little hurt. "Of course its up to you three, but I kinda presumed you would be bringing the law and order agenda to the forefront if you know what I mean, the kinda agenda where you speak softly and carry a big stick.

Clash looks at Hastur for a moment and then says, "what is this 'law and order' and 'big stick' you are talking about?  What kind of trouble is Doria in exactly?"

"Well its the sort of trouble, that my House wont let me sort out, I mean looking at the three of you, and no offence to our warforged friend here, but you look like your made to crack heads not help little girls. That said, here we are"

Hastur goes and finishes his packing while he waits for the three of you to make a decision concerning girly.

Clash looks at Hamrick and says dryly, "he does have a point."

"He may have a point, but then again, if I had made all the right decisions in my life, I wouldn't have gone to war in the first place, wouldn't have saved your neck a thousand times, I sure as hell wouldn't have ended up here, and the girl would be dead now, wouldn't she?"

The halfling turns to the Warforged. "Does the tin man have a heart of his own?"

A flash of emotion crosses Clash's face before he says, "you wound me friend.  Do as you will."

"Just pointing out a fact or two."

The halfling walks to the Warforged and puts a hand on its shoulder. He sighs loudly. "I apologize. I know you have a heart. I, however, forget I've got one  sometimes..." He lowers his head and thinks for a moment, then turns to Hastur.

"No offense, "Hastur", but I don't know you. I know Doria. She saved our butts a thousand times of her own back in Cyre. If I need to let an innocent child in the care of someone I have no control over, I much prefer to have gone into war with her."

He steps closer, looking at Hastur's eyes. "Oh. And one more thing. If we don't find Doria, if you or your House try to screw us over?"

"I'll make a point of finding you, wherever your sorry ass ends up sitting, and then? I'll stick my blade between your lame shoulders."

He pauses...

And finally extends his hand for a shake. "Thank you for your help."

Fargrim watches the exchange with detatched interest. He is thinking about the girl and the upcoming (likely) danger.

"Well, now, friends, one thing is sure - we'll be headin' inte an unknown situation. We could end up talkin', walkin', or scrappin' - no way te know fer sure. Crude as he is, our friend might have a point - might not be a place fer a gel. Still, not ken on leavin' her wi' just anyone. Might cast about, see if I ken find a suitable Temple that's take 'er for raisin'?"

The Half Ork looks with a face of utter disbelief at the Halfling's Ire and Threats, before dismounting looking at the extended hand incredulously before going to take it. ...

He Feint's... Kicking at the Halfling like a Mule, You hear the first Orkish Words come out of our Friends Mouth...

In Orkish

QuoteI come all the way to Breland to get the three shady dirty cyrians that Doria says are the ONLY ones who can save her and this is how I get treated. I'm the SHADY one , How did you spitlicks even get a GIRL, How many Insults must one ork tolerate... First the House, Then Doria, and then You. Your gonna find a House Tharashk Tracker, I laugh at ignorance you rude rude little man

14 vs Ac, 6 Nonlethal Damage if it hits

You all can roll some initiative, Hastur has 8.

 Hastur is obviously not using lethal force.