More food and drink arrives and Keera blushes here and there when she is around Norbac... and the innkeeper gives Norbac some hard stares.
Mayor Golless shakes his head “Not good news at all. Well we an’t much of a city here, only hundred souls counting noncombatants, the old and kids. The best wizard we have in these here part an’t much more then a dabbler. But we do have carrier pigeons, to the Rangers base to the south of here. They maybe able to contact the Bright Tower faster and mayhaps can send help themselves. I don’t really have the people to spare, but we will call in call woodcutters and herbalist and keep them here for a few days at least.”
“As for the names, they don’t mean nothing to me, except maybe for Ironfist… weren’t there that loner lived out on the north glen by a that name? I don’t remember his a first name, and I an’t heard nothing from him for 10 some years now…”
One of the woodsman nods his head, and drawing his pipe out of his mouth he says “Aye, lived up on the Weed Rocks, ‘bout two days march I reckon. An’t hear hide ner hair of him for a good number of years. Was always a queer sort, never talking much to strangers and only come’ a town every moon or so fer supplies. I think his home still be up there. A pretty nice log-cabin iffin’ I remember. But the Weed Rocks is a queer place and the trees there an’t no good fer lumber and the herbalist get better pickings to the south.”
There is then much discussion among the different warriors and woodsmen at the table about what kind of defense they can put up, incase the Orcish army turns this way.
Keera then stops by with some extra mead for Norbac and asks in a rather shy voice “Sos, you be a on yer way tomorrow I suppose? I sure would love to hear some of the stories that ye must have of yer travels. All I have ever know is this town and the tavern when Uncle Grundersson took me in when I but a babe left at the gates I heard…”
