The halfling, Rendil Halfmoon is grateful to the adventurers for helping him out of a tight spot. He’s cocky and good-natured, and he wants to repay the PCs by helping them out any way he can.
Who are you?
“I’m Rendil Halfmoon, and I live here. Well, not here, but in the Seven-Pillared Hall. Thanks so much for helping me. Come with me to the Halfmoon and I’ll buy you an ale or four. It’s the best inn—well, the only inn—this side of the Labyrinth.”
Why are you here?
“Those hobgoblins grabbed me a few hours ago. I was tailing them ’cause they were hanging around my family’s inn yesterday. I wanted to figure out what they were up to, but they caught me.”
What is this place?
“You’re in the Labyrinth, the untamed region in the depths of Thunderspire Mountain. We’re not too far from the Seven-Pillared Hall. Adventurers such as yourselves can easily find employment in the Hall, if that’s what you’re looking for. Just stay on Brugg’s good side—you don’t want him or the Mages of Saruun to pay too much attention to you, if you know what I mean.”
Know anything about the Bloodreavers?
“Those hobgoblins you just beat up are some of the Bloodreavers. A lot more of them are around, but you won’t see them up here. They hide out down in the Chamber of Eyes. Filthy muck eaters, all of ’em. They’re thieves and slavers, and not necessarily in that order.”