The fisherman mumbles, "Smell wonderful? Pah it's rotted! Only good fer orcfeed!" He continues on his way, his expression irritated.
The five of you continue down the route for five more minutes, dreaming of a nice breakfast, when you see an odd sight. There's a wagon in front of you and you can make out four man-sized figures dressed in robes, and another man being dragged on the ground towards the wagon by one of the robed figures. They don't seem to have noticed you. They are talking in low whispers.