"Well," says Velbrik to his companions, "Let's grab a table while we make our plans. We ought to get organized before we go leaping off in every random direction."
Velbrik gestures to a table in a well-lit corner, proceeding there and pulling out several sheets of paper. "Let's go over what we know so far. I'll write it down both for organization's sake and so we'll have something to present to the rest of our group in the morning, who've most likely missed out on everything pertaining to the job."
"First, shipments have - as the notice said - ceased, for so far nearly a week, from the Vingarius Vineyard, 20 miles southeast of here. Brindle has told us that the poster comes from Fenton's Wines & Spirits, a business in town."
He paused, quickly writing upon the paper, in slanted, spidery script,
Code:
[size=2]Vingarius Vineyard - shipments of wine to city 1 per 2 days. Ceased.
Fenton's Wine & Spirits is destination of shipments, in town. [/size]
"Now, Enbard Gunnerson, a Roadwarden, came across one of the caravans that was making a journey to Fenton's. It was destroyed: kegs smashed, carts turned over, wine spilled, and no sign of the driver or any other occupants. He also claims he has found something of interest."
Velbrik continues writing,
Code:
[size=2]Caravan found, wrecked. Occupants missing.
See Enbard Gunnerson, details.[/size]
"Is there anything I missed? If not, it looks like our first course of action in the morning will be, as Troi said, to head over to see Enbard Gunnerson in his station along the road."