Two elves and a man walk into the Prancing Pony, all three are dirty with leaves trapped in their clothes. The three collapse into the first chairs they find.
"I can't believe how long those goblins chased us," Barachen says.
"I've been chased farther," Wistan says. "You should be happy there were bears on the road to scare them."
"I'm greatful for anything that keeps the creatures from stabbing me."
"I was surprised by the number we saw on the way here," Canaddal says.
"You don't get to Bree too often do you?" Wistan says. "They keep a camp in the marsh. Humans don't like to go into swamps so it's a good place to hide from us."
"I certainly can't blame you for that."
"It didn't smell that bad," Barachen says "but I've been around dwarves for the past year so I may not be able to smell anything anymore."
"There have been a lot of people passing through the trollshaws recently," Canaddal says. "I've seen more dwarves in the past year than ever before in my life."
"It's not all bad," Wistan says. "They've been helping as they pass through. A strange man in a dress with flowers on his back brought me venison from deer he killed near my camp."
"Same person brought venison to me," Barachen says.
"How can you be sure it's the same person?" Canaddal asks.
"How many people do you think are running around the forest in a dress carrying flowers?"
"That's a fair point. I saw him and he is imposible to mistake for someone else"
"He was carrying wings from a bunch of sicle flies," Barachen says. "He said they bit him so he had to yell at them."
"Last I saw him he screamed something about a squirrel and ran off," Canaddal says.
"Maybe he was hunting the squirrel for food," Wistan says.
"He brought me boar-flanks and some bear skins for blankets. I barely had time to pay him before he got distracted. He mumbled something about short hairy people and sleeping in fuzzy comfort."
"Maybe he was taking whatever bear skins he had left to one of the dwarves in the area," Barachen says.
"I suppose as long as they help us they can do whatever they want," Wistan says. "Though I wonder how he got up to teh High Moors if he's so easily distracted."
"He started to run toward a cliff," Canaddal says. "I hope he stopped before he got to it."
"I'm going to have to start watching the road more closely for travelers," Barachen says. "If more travelers come by I'll tell them to stop in and see the two of you."