So, I went out to meet a monk that the Guard Captain we spoke with mentioned. Apparently this tall, narrow needle-eared blonde goes on strolls across a bridge from time to time. At first, I found it odd that he crosses the bridge for small talk, but I figured he's just enjoying the weather. According to Damrel, he's got a line on some small "forest friends" as he put it. One was a talking otter named Albert or something. This I gotta see for myself!