The people around the table all listen intently as you share what you know, but every time a dream is mentioned, you hear Len tutting in an amused tone to it. Once you are finished sharing, the man named Colwood speaks up again.
“Interesting... It seems as if your memory loss is rather specific. I don't know too much about afflictions of the mind, but if you give me a while then I should be able to work something out...” He trails off as he walks out of the building. The other, yet unnamed, man at the table sits back down and peers thoughtfully at you all but just as he seems about to say something, Bullium speaks up.
“Well fair enough!” He laughs. “Would seem like introductions are in order again! I would be Bullium, blacksmith of th' village and current captain o' th' militia. The fine lady here would be Shareen Ashwood, our local 'erbalist. The green gent sitting there would be Pell, not quite sure what 'e does round 'ere... Er... And the guy what just left is Olwin, our sad excuse for a clergyman. The bunch o' sour grapes o'er there would be Len, proprietor of this 'ere inn. Ignore 'im, 'e don't tend to be one fer likin' outsiders.”
At this, Len sneers and walks back to his bar where he makes a poor pretence at washing mugs. Bullium let's out a loud belch to which Shareen gives him another look of disgust before standing up.
“I guess you'll have some questions for us... Well, all we know about you are the stories you've been telling us these past days. Which would you like to hear first? The invasion of the Orc-King's castle? The destruction of the dragon Fëre? We know a little about your journey into the temple of Llolth and there was that one you told us on your first day about how you killed a demon lord too.”