The man scratches his unshaven chin and thinks about it, looking over each member of the group. Finally he says "Maybe ye is, and maybe ye isn't, but oks. About a half days walk south, if'in ye follows the trails here, ye find a place that might. Old man Hakan be one of the only fellows round these parts that have horses. Not sure if he will sells them to ya but maybes."
The old man nods and starts turning his back on the group when he stops himself and turns his head to add "The Iron Guard don't get out this far to often, but they do patrol father west. If'in ye sees them might be best to makes yerself scarce. Lessen ye have a lot of cash to pay their 'patrol taxes' with and if'in ye don't they ant too friendly. Heck they ant to friendly to begin with and they just a bunch of greedy thugs, but they kill a few orcs now and again so they ant totally worthless..."
"They ant hard to miss, wearing their black mail and riding them big destriers."
The old man nods and starts turning his back on the group when he stops himself and turns his head to add "The Iron Guard don't get out this far to often, but they do patrol father west. If'in ye sees them might be best to makes yerself scarce. Lessen ye have a lot of cash to pay their 'patrol taxes' with and if'in ye don't they ant too friendly. Heck they ant to friendly to begin with and they just a bunch of greedy thugs, but they kill a few orcs now and again so they ant totally worthless..."
"They ant hard to miss, wearing their black mail and riding them big destriers."