Most of the townsfolk look around in surprise at the suggestion of searching out whatever had hurt the traveller. You hear responses of, "Why would I risk myself to recover a few trinkets?" and, "Leave that to Norsten and his men. That's what they collect our taxes for."
Eventually Osric, Immeral and Penance head their separate ways.
[sblock=Osric] Osric'smother is waiting at home. "Any news? I am in serious need of some worgsbane. There's an outbreak of eyeblight over at the Stonehands', and you know it doesn't grow around here." It doesn't take a lot of insight to see that she is clearly upset about her inability to help those in need. [/sblock]
[sblock=Penance] Penance's parents are still in the garden, awaiting news about the excitement. The look worried as he hurries back to the house, almost as if they know more than he thinks they do. [/sblock]
[sblock=Immeral and Mirna] As Immeral heads toward the center of town, you are met by Phillian and his ward. They seem to be heading toward the gathering you just left. The elf meets Immeral's gaze and nods. "Ah, the eladrin woodsman. What brings you to town today, Immeral? Know you anything of this wounded merchant?" He looks the eladrin over and sees the furs.
"Of course, your portion of the annual tribute. Unfortunately, you'll find Norsten is off collecting from some of the other outlying areas, so he'll not be able to take those off your hands. Here, why don't you give them to this gentleman," he motions to the townsman who had been following him. "I'm sure he can bring them back to my tower for now, and I'll see that the speaker gets them. That way you can help us discern what has occurred. If it took place on the Forest Road, I warrant you'll be interested." [/sblock]