Two men sit at a table in the corner wearing torn clothes and battered boots. They laugh while talking quietly.
"I can't believe we got away with that," Tuphor says.
"No kidding," Wellanris says "that was the luckiest break ever. I mean what are the odds that someone that looks that much like us would be hunting there at that time."
"Framing them was easy."
"We got quite the haul too. I haven't eaten this well in years."
"Think about what we'd get from the other farm houses around here," Tuphor says
"Well I could use a new blanket. I bet those hobbits have some nices ones just lying around."
They stop talking when Barliman brings beers over and sets them down. As the bartender walks away they sneer at him and start laughing again.
"I don't think we'll get that lucky twice though," Tuphor says. "Next time we burn a place we have to make sure the people are trapped inside."
"Or we can bring our own patsie."
"That brings up several other problems but I suppose it's not a horrible idea. I mean the guards are ignoring the pleads of the hunters they have in the stocks."
"See we just need someone they won't listen to," Wellanris says.
"If that's our goal we'll need to find someone from either the north downs or, even better, one of those people from the forsaken inn."
"That shouldn't be too hard they don't have any protection."
"I'll think about it," Tuphor says. "For now we had better get to the camp. The boss will kill us if we risk getting caught."
"Good point," Wellanris throws his mug back and drains it. "The boss is terrifying."
"Let's not get him mad.
The two leave passing by two city guards on their way out.