Before Fhangrim could sit and rest his bones for more than a few minutes, a familiar face (though remarkably ashen) appears from within the doors of the Hanged Man searching the crowd. Spotting the Gnoll and the dark skinned warrior, he breathes a sigh of relief.
As the figure enters the tavern, the two immediately recognize Lieutenant Proudman. His armor and hands were stained with hours old blood, and he wore a worrisome expression on his face. "I'm glad you two are here. I thought I recognized the beasts outside," he said, forcing a smile upon his lips as he greeted Fhangrim and Leather. "I'm afraid I need you and your friends' help again. And...you may want to bring along some extra backup, too. We have a serious problem on our hands, and since you are already familiar with those berserking fiends that came in on those ships, I thought you and your friends would be the best fit for helping us out (with a hefty bonus in pay, mind you). Long story short, some of the other crews of militiamen didn't hold to your standard of completely wiping out the invaders on their docks and a few slipped by and managed to lose themselves within the downtown allies of Daunton. Now we have a few murders on our hands, all of which include deep puncture wounds...and..." he shivers disgustedly, "all of the victims hearts are missing. We found a blood trail that leads down to one of the sewers from our latest victim. I sent a full squad of men down there twelve hours ago, but none have returned. I fear the worst for my men, and fear more for the people of Daunton if these vile creatures are not stopped. Will you once again take up arms in the defense of Daunton, my friends?"