As dawn rises a fae glides into the Crimson Quarter playing a boisterous march on his tiny instrument. With steady eyes he keeps watch for any hostility until he can find someone who can point him to the man he seeks. All the while thinking to himself how terrible the Crimson Quarter smells. The flowers he has placed around his neck does little to hide the scent of what one would call rotting meat, but he was in there home and while quick to judge did not wish to speak his mind and anger anyone at this point.
At the sound of a shouting Angori the fae stops his music and rushes to locate the source.
Once found the fae quickly reaches into his messenger bag and presents the Angori a Winter Lilly. "Greetings friend! I've come in search of one of your kin I have." While saying the the fae makes a timid pacing in front of the large Angori. "Well he was your kin, Ohren the wizard I met him once inside Muralakrum. I've come to ask for a favor."
"I don't even know your name, Fairy. Why should I tell you where Ohren is?" Barbaal asked grumpily. He was in no sort of mood to deal with a twittering Fairy who had roused him from sleeping. "Ya got two choices. Ya be on yer way and I send Ohren ta find ya, or I go get me Choppa and da two a yous become new friends. What's it gonna be den, eh?"
A grumbling, groggy Angori stumbles out of his hut into the cold of the morning. His skin had visible goosepimples as the morning chill hit his bare chest. Barbaal rubs his eyes while trying to orient himself with the outside. Unable to find the source of the music pervading the air he shouts, "Ooo's out dere? Why you makin' all dat noise!? It's bloody early!"