As the party makes its way, the hills roll away. The morning air is crisp and clean, and you can't help but feel refreshed.
Two hours after leaving Gandrew's house and on a path that should bring them close to the forest, Kadan and Zort start hearing humanoid voices about 80' away from them,accompanied with the clinking of armor. The group sounds like it's about to crest the hill and be in sight shortly. Lok-Nar also notes a change in the air. Serk stops as well. "Someone ahead... we should hide!"
There are ample bushes and trees for cover around.
As you all halt to hear, the voices sound humanoidish. You can just make out the words. "So this baker... makes the most wonderful baked goods. I tell you this will just be a short detour, Sir." Another authoratitive voice responds, "It certainly better be Rothmus! You are supposed to be our scout, and all you seem to lead us towards is FOOD."
Betsy's (the cow) cowbell tinkles softly.