Lord Protector:
"Besides, I do not believe he was part of your original group...?"
Moira shook her head gently and cast a sympathetic look over Ethgar's way.
"Mister Ethgar here was one of th'folk kidnapped and experimented on by Hyuth. Still in a bit of rough shape after we freed him, but if he's willin', he might be able t'share some insight with y'wizard-folk as t'what happened."
Contextualization aside, Moira fell silent in consideration of the terms as set. Under normal circumstances she never would've been so presumptuous as to outright request a title of knighthood; it was poor form at the very least but, given the circumstances both the party and the Lord Protector were in, felt like a good avenue worth the risk. Daratha's practical appraisal of the whole matter was a reassurance; there was no good to be had in leaders who responded with ego over pragmatism.
Inform cities of the threat: they were already doing that to begin with, so no change in practice there. But with knighthood, they'd have the seal of Triboar to back their claims and be taken more seriously as more than a gaggle of travelers having to prove themselves. A positive, overall.
Donate to the rebuilding of Triboar: a matter already heavy on Moira's mind to begin with, as she thought back to Foehammer. She needed to speak with him again...
Refusing allegiance with Yartar though? That stuck a bit in the Halfling's craw; they had no reason to seek such a relationship at all to begin with, but her merchant's sensibilities rankled at the prospect of shutting a door early. Still, it was a generally acceptable loss in the bigger picture.
"I ain't so crass as t'haggle a matter like this, but there's things what need clarifyin' all th'same." she continued as she produced the ledger of Hyuth's tower she'd scripted down from her logbook pages and offered them over to Daratha.
"Here's an account of what we found in th'Tower and some estimates of value. Some of th'magic stuff can't be taken off th'grounds without destroyin' it, accordin' t'our Miss Zaiya, and would be of more use t'Triboar anyway. I'm not at all against a fair split t'help fund Triboar; it just needs more bean countin' before we call it a done deal.
There might be more we can offer th'town anyway, dependin'. I don't wanna go volunteerin' anyone for somethin' without their say-so, but we're in th'company of a skilled apothecary named Emma. She's already been helpin' out y'wounded men since all last night outta th'goodness of her heart and deserves proper recognition as well. Might be worth speakin' t'her, see how she may feel 'bout puttin' roots down here, if it suits her."
On the matter of Yartar, the Halfling sighed a bit and set her hands to her wide hips in a passing moment of consternation.
"As for th'Waterbaron; we got neither boon nor bane for him as is. We're only headin' there on behalf of a friend who needs us. I don't mind an exclusivity contract with Triboar... but that don't overcome doin' what's right." she lifted her gaze to meet the Lord Protector's.
"If we get t'Yartar and there's folk what need help, such as here or anywhere else we've passed through, then we'll do as we will for others' sake; life, limb, and legacy be damned. But that'd be our own choice, not somethin' by hire of th'Waterbaron, rest assured."
With all that said, Moira looked back over either shoulder to her companions and gestured to prompt them to speak their own minds if they had anything to contribute on the matter.
"Otherwise, th'terms are broadly agreeable. What d'ya lot think?"