William Peake and Ailward Chubb walk into the Prancing Pony and find a seat.
"You have no idea how happy I was to find you outside," William says.
"I suppose I didn't tell you I was leaving while we were running," Ailward says.
"I can't blame you for that. I wasn't exactly paying attention to you when the wargs attacked."
"I think we both ran off in different directions. I eventually found my way to Trestlebridge. I decided the North Downs were a bit too dangerous for me."
"I can't blame you for that," William says. "Between the wargs and goblins the entire place is a massive death trap."
"Where's your missus while you're here?"
"She's still at Amon Raith. Says no traveling is worth leaving Amarion's protection since we'd just go back once we could return to the farm."
"She always was the sensible voice on teh farm," Ailward says.
"I had an adventurer trying to fight the wargs off the farm but there were too many. He killed a group of them and came back with a chicken nest on his head."
"Did he steal one of your chickens?"
"No he brought a chicken of his own," William says. "Between the chicken on his head and the bright orange clothes I'm surprised he didn't attract every warg in the area."
"And this is the person you decided should help you get the farm back?"
"Amarion said he was trustworthy and could do the job. I suppose he was right there were less wargs around when he was done and he even got my father's sword back."
"What do you mean got it back?" Ailward asks. "Last I saw you were carrying the chest while running."
"I dropped it and one of the new farmhands picked it up and ran into the fields around Fornost."
"That wasn't smart. Did the guy make it out?"
"No the oragne elf found him dead and just brought back the chest," William says. "When I get back with the supplies I plan on using the sword to drive off the wargs and take back the farm. What about you what have you been doing?"
"I got a job working for the Inn League. They're a group of hobbits that get beer to people in hard to reach areas. I only collect the orders and give them to the people the league sends to me so it's nice and safe."
"This whole thing does feel kind of strange though."
"What do you mean?" Ailward asks.
"It somehow feels like it's not happening anymore. It's almost as if no one is willing to help us anymore they just run past me."