Two men walk into the Prancing Pony they both stop and smell the air. Both men ask for something to eat before sitting down.

"I can't wait to have something other than cram," Indor says.

"The elves don't know how to supply their out posts," Cerys says. "You'd think they could give something. Even if it was just hunting something."

"I still can't believe the elves tried to tell me there was some kind of war."

"I don't know. The roads are full of trolls. I haven't seen that before. It might be because of war."

"Trolls always act strange," Indor says. "I've heard a lot about them attacking people. It has nothing to do with war, they're just aggressive."

"Maybe, they still scare me."

"You should be afraid. Trolls are powerful wild things."

"I'm glad the roads were cleared of some of the rocks and bushes thatt are choking them," Cerys says. "I was afraid I'd have to run from trolls and end up tripping on a rock."

"Or getting caught in a bush. I don't know why the elves didn't demand meat from the deer they had killed. If they were going to die anyway we could have gotten a good meal out of it."

"It does seem wrong to kill something without eating it."

"Within reason at least," Indor says. "I don't want to know what the trolls taste like. The frogs are bad enough."

"Wait you actually tried eating the frongs?"

"I said I was desperate for different food."

"That I understand but frogs?" Cerys asks.

"I nearly puked up the first bite I had of the stew I made."

"Why a frog stew?"

"It was the first thing I could think to make," Indor says.

"That sounds unbelievable disgusting."

"It was worse than whatever you're thinking. Even adding wild mint to it didn't make it any better. The final stew tasted like dirt, the frog taste over powered the mint so much I couldn't taste it at all."

"What could possibly make you think that you could make those frogs taste good?" Cerys asks.

"I had to try something the endless meals of cram was driving me nuts. I tried to get Candelleth to taste it but she refused outright."

"I don't blame her at all for that."

"I wouldn't have minded the refusal but she just told me again that there was a war," Indor says. "I still don't believe her, she just wanted us to leave."

Butterbur brings large bowls of stew and sets them down before the two men. They start eating in silence enjoying the food, if for no other reason than it's not made of frogs.