"Well, perhaps we should go find out what the fuss is all about." Newson remarks to no one in particular. Standing slowly, Newson drops a silver on the table, picks up his back, quivers, and bow and walks after the others.
He gathers up his weapons, and takes the pitcher of beer with him; it's about a quarter full, which is still a good pint. "I'll be back" he tells the barkeep, and heads out.
The group arrives at a well illuminated town square. A woman of obivous noble lineage is preparing to climb a set of small steps so as to stand on the center fountains retaining wall and speak to the crowd.
"Citizens and vistiors..I am in need of stalwarts to go face a terrible foe. The Giant Memon has returned and is laying waste to the farming village of Cromton and has taken as hostage my son. Are there any here willing to take up the challenge"