Two men and a woman in dirty dark bown clothes enter the Prancing Pony and find seats. The crowd stares at them for a short time but go back to their beer after shifting slightly away from them.
"The people in this town fear us," Torquil says.
"We are of the same people that threaten their allies," Osbail says. "They have every reason to be nervous around us."
"We may look like them but we've been helping fight them."
"We just need to be patient," Raith says. "When carn dum falls they will become more comfortable with us."
"I know they have good reason," Torquil says "but I don't like people staring at me."
"Relax and have a drink. We won't have too many more chances at this in the future."
"You seem happy," Osbail says.
"I finally have a break," Raith says. "Crannog has me doing far too much."
"What do you mean?" Torquil asks.
"I take care of all the tasks posted in Aughaire. That means I have to take the items from adventruers and pay them the reward. Then I have to take the stuff to whoever requested it. With all the requests on the board I'm running around constantly."
"I didn't realize that tanding to the task board was that much work."
"Some places just use drop boxes to deal with requests. I wish Crannog would get one for us."
"He doesn't trust outsiders that much," Osbail says.
"Just think about all the trails he puts new people through," Torquil says.
"That's the other thing," Raith says. "I don't like being part of the challenge when I already have too much to do."
"It's not too hard all you do is tell new people to go and kill stuff for you."
"I won't argue that I don't enjoy having the threat of Tór Gailvin lessened but someone else could have given them that job."
"Sometimes I wonder how many died on the task I gave," Osbail says. "The wargs surrounding Aughaire are dangerous and masters at moving unseen."
"I have not seen an over abundance of bodies," Raith says. "Either few have died or the wargs have eaten all the bodies."
"I'm happy about the trials taking place," Torquil says. "They gave me a chance to send someone to get revenge against the cowardly orcs that killed my brothers."
Osbail raises her glass, "To our fallen companions."
The men raise their glasses and drink deeply before the table falls into silence.