Kane says, "My master only said that the troubles were minor, but I myself have been hearing about strange happenings around the city, mostly vandalism and property damage. I have been told that the Druid known as Bravec will know more. He is popular here among the locals, and shouldn't be too hard to find. I met him once last year; he always has this little cart with him. Anyway, it is my guess that these 'minor troubles' are the beginning of something bigger, something that should be squashed now, nipped in the bud, before it can grow any further. Will you help me?"
Just then, the ale arrives. The waitress serves each of them, and Kane is quick to quench his thirst; he is in love with the bitter barley flavor, and has been known to drink people under the table who are many times his size.