Miloh comes alone to Wyrmsjaw fort in the late evening hours after everyone has settled in. He appears knocking at the front door and steps out of the cold frosty night into the fort, pulling back his hood and giving a big warm grin:
"Welcome back to your rightful home, River Voices! Some fresh faces here, and some ugly mugs I know well, too! In case some of you don't know me, they call me Miloh the Shrewd. I'll be around here often, so get used to the smell. Heh, heh. So anyway, I got word you're in town after your big to-do with the Cradle. I've seen some pretty odd things come through my business since that thing passed by. Sure you saw some weird stuff, too. Quite a wild time for our city. Ahem,so I bring tidings from Ettir the Sly, Governor of Free Pavis and leader of the New Teeth covenant! We have high hopes for including you as a vital part of the revival of Pavis. For now, attention focuses on the troll threat. We are in grave need of help here, and you may well be in grave danger. It is only a matter of time before the trolls strike in force, and our distractions and diplomatic efforts will only do so much. I hope you will be with us to defend the city this season. We'll talk about that more later, but now let me sit down by your fire and warm my cold old bones. Himile has chilled them so with her accursed frosts. I've never seen the like of this, I'll tell you. Slippery out there, too, and doubly dangerous in the foul dark. I'd not set foot far from your fort's light if I were you. I've been wandering the stones at night and seen awful things lurking there." Brief shudder. He chats idly while warming himself.
Miloh stays the night to discuss things and meet privately with people. So have at him.