A man with a handlebar mustache wearing a torn shirt and covered in dust walks into the Prancing Pony and sits at the bar.
Butterbur looks at his filthy clothes, "Guessing you cane from the Lone Lands. The Inn or Ost Guruth?"
"The Forsaken Inn," Pengail says.
"Never heard any good stories out of that place and I don't see you making history in that regard."
"I think that's a safe bet."
Butterbur puts a mug of beer in front of the man, "So what happened?"
"Put simply goblins. They're all over the place near the inn. Between those things, the spiders and beasts I'd say the building got the right name."
"Did the goblins attack another caravan?"
"Near the marsh," Pengail says "that's the last time I take a job traveling that road. I'd probably be soup right now if that stange elf in heavy winter clothing hadn't come looking for the owner of my necklace."
"They were running around the desert in furs?"
"It didn't seem to matter to them. Elves are complete idiots."
"What do you mean?" Butterbur asks.
"He found me tied up in the middle of a goblin camp with an orc head on the pole I was attached to and a cooking fire in front of me. All that and the first thing they did was hold my pendant up and ask if it was mine. He didn't even untie me first."
"That does seem a bit ridiculous."
"At least he helped me escape after he gave me my necklace," Pengail says and smiles. "Actually because he waited to untie me I decided to screw with him and made him follow me around to every corner of the goblin camp killing things. I told him I had to find my sword, it was a stupid old dented thing but he bought it."
"Well I suppose you could say killing all those goblins was a good thing."
"You know of any jobs around here? I don't mind hard work I just don't want anymore goblins."
"Talk to Thornley," Butterbur says. "He's building some houses north of Bree and could always use a few more men with strong arms. Worst you'll have to deal with is a few bandits but they've been busy with people running into their camps and killing them."
"Bandits sound better than goblins, at least they won't eat me. I'll go to the worksite in the morning."