"Well, they are having horrifying nightmares which inform them that the contents are going to happen and be his fault," Kib says, "that's a reason, but I was not planning to take it up with him until I had something actionable besides 'watch out'."
"I'd imagine. I'm hoping the Valar have bigger chunks than the Elves who've been coming to me with dreams," Kib sighs.
And Kib goes to have his own informative but not prophetic dreams in a timely manner.
Trying on shoes.
Fixing dinner.
Preliminary stork research.
And to Hresk.
Kib's strategy for finding someone who speaks the common is going around saying therein "Excuse me! Does anyone here speak the common!" until they find a dockworker kid about ten years old who's picked up a fair amount of it. The dockworker kid is happy to answer questions about the city of Hresk as long as he's paid for his time.
They do. He's ripping us off outrageously, not that it matters much, Kib remarks, and he starts inquiring about the conditions in the city. It seems to be a fairly standard human city with no slavery, a higher than average population of some religions, strong labor unions, and extremely fish-themed cuisine.
Labor unions are a little like guilds - like, this kid works a certain job, and everybody who works that job has agreed that they will stop doing it if something they agree they don't like happens, and that will grind certain city functions to a halt until the union and whoever's doing what they don't like come to an agreement. I do not expect you to have a problem with any existing unions but if you hire a lot of local labor here they might unionize and expect to be able to get what they want that way.