Holding his hammer, his body taut and ready to spring, Bors suddenly blinks. The lips curled back over bared teeth ease as that pair of hard eyes soften somewhat. Then he lowers his hammer and places it on top of the table. "It has been a long journey, several winters in fact...and to finally arrive here and find others with nearly the same map, others who have been there. For so long I figured I would be the one to find the ruins... Please forgive me for misjudging you all so rashly."
"Tell me what you know of this place," he asks, grabbing hold of his tankard once more.
OOC: Is there more to this or is the party ready to return to the ruins once more?