Nace leans back against the table and takes a long drink from his mug as he listens to the others, and glances to each in turn. He nods to Jairik and quirks a slight smile. "Not my entourage, no.. just others I happened to enter with. But well met, nonetheless."
The young ranger finishes off his drink and snags another from one of the waitresses, tossing her a silver peice as a tip. Once more, he turns his attention to the kobold, frowning just slightly as he hears this new news. "That can't be good," he says, shaking his head, causing some of the beads braided into a lock of his hair to rustle. "Odd scents in a mine?"