Constable Bolger and Longo Daegmund sit in a corner of the bar eating plates filled with food.
"Have you heard anything from Archet?" Longo asks.
"No," Bolger says "I'm sure they're still busy with rebuilding."
"I can't believe how brazen the blackwold have gotten lately."
"It's almost as like they have some kind of new ally."
"That doesn't surprise me," Longo says. "The men of bree keep talking about more trouble showing up."
"I know, between the blackwold, orcs from the north and the southerners on the trade road it feels like we're under attack. The blackwold must have made some kind of deal with the orcs or south men."
"I don't think it's that simple."
"What do you mean?" Bolger asks.
"I was out collecting water one day and I heard this scary quiet voice so I hid in the bushes. Along with the voice I could hear someone wearing heavy armour walking around."
"Maybe you saw the leader of one of the groups. I assume they would be wearing heavy armor."
"I don't think that's who I saw," Longo says.
"Why's that?"
"The person with armor was a dwarf. I've never seen a suit as ornate as that, it was covered in spikes and red stains. He had gray hair, a long beard, and a massive hammer sitting on his shoulder. He smelled like death and even looking at him felt wrong."
"Maybe he just got done killing someone," Bolger says. "You should have reported it to someone."
"If it was just the dwarf I probably would have. The problem was the other person with him."
"You mean the one that had the frightening voice?"
"Yes," Longo says "the voice sent shivers up my spine. The thing beside the dwarf was cloaked in robes as black as a starless night and walked stooped over. The back of the robe was dragging on the ground and I couldn't see its face at all."
"That does sound scary. I'll let my friends in the Bree guard know about it and they can keep an eye out for those men."
"That makes me feel better."