Lady Kophyn Mizzar hosted the party for 3 days while Louie recovered from the savage wounds inflicted by the Manes demons on the Blighted Tor. Brother "Face" Sully won over the castle's mistress with his inimitable charm and managed to extract some history of Castle Toad, as well as the area surrounding Valthrun.
As expected, the toads that give the Castle its name are not ordinary amphibians. Although they do seem to protect the castle (and its owner), they are never seen hunting, nor are they ever seen anywhere other than the surrounding moat and, most mysteriously, end every day facing southwest towards the Blighted Tor, crooning a baleful dirge until the sun has fully set and darkness covers the land. Nobody has been able to explain why they exhibit such frightening behavior and, being a warrior, not a sage, Lady Mizzar is not terribly inclined to investigate more deeply.
She is far more troubled by a large group of bandits that have been spotted in the north and their increasing raids on the northeastern roads. Her bondsman, Kophra Era, has led his heavy cavalry unit in scouting missions to better understand the size and strength of the bandit forces. He's met with mixed results. He's confirmed that the group is quite large, perhaps double the total contingent of her keep, but apparently very ragged and in apparent desperate straights, given their battered and disheveled appearance. They do not seem to be excessively cruel since local villages have been left unmolested, and seem to be focusing on merchant caravans that are carrying foodstuffs and basic trade goods. She has sent envoys to Belgos Trith, master of the small walled keep to the east, but has been unsuccessful in convincing him to join forces to deal with the bandits. Perhaps he has other concerns, and though he is known to be a good and kind man, but his sanity is...somewhat questionable. Rumors abound abound some past battles against fearsome otherworldly beasts have scarred Lord Trith in ways that cannot be seen by mortal eyes.
The situation weighs heavily on her, and in a moment of candor, she confesses to Brother Sully that she would prefer to try to come to some sort of accommodation with the bandits and try to win them over to her banner with promises of land and safety in exchange for an end to their predations. She further admits that she only fully trusts her squad leader Velgara (a long), and is starting to suspect that the others may be plotting against her for reasons unknown. Lady Kophyn bitterly laments that though she treats them all fairly and pays them generously, she cannot help but notice the hard stares and minor acts of insubordination from the remaining three squad leaders. Although she could easily beat them in combat if it were to come to it, she fears that will break the morale of the troops and force them to desert, thus leaving the castle defenseless and the villages under her protection vulnerable to the numerous dangerous surrounding the Castle.
"Face" Sully knows an opportunity when he sees one. He can win an important ally in Lady Kophyn if he helps with either the bandit problem or smacking around the squad leaders to get them in line. He's pretty sure Velgara will side with him, but three against one are not good odds, especially when the squads outnumber the party significantly. Perhaps a little of the Sully charm can win over some ragged bandits, so he elects to try to win over the highwaymen before the situation spins out of control.
...and they might have leads on loot. The group is running low on funds and nobody wants to owe money to the rapacious dwarf moneylenders that haunt the darkened alleys of Valthrun.
Brother Sully calmly looks Lady Mizzar in the eye and tells her, "My Lady, the Gods speak to us and the path is clear. The bandits are nothing more than wretched men fallen into despair due to their destitution. They can be turned to your side with the right words. Let me ease your burden and speak to them."
Holding his gaze, Lady Mizzar asks "And in return?"
"A donation to my order. We are a wandering brotherhood with no lands or wealth of our own. I would not deign to sully your honor by being so crass as to name a price, as a common fishmonger in the market. Whatever you decide will be sufficient."
"Done. Your compatriot, Louie seems recovered from his wounds. Leave in the morning and win these men over to my banner. Their camp is to the north, near the northern shores of the lake. Return to me with their fealty and I will be most grateful."