Winterhaven - In Wrafton's Inn
"Corporal Gainly," calls the woman loudly, "I'm a-thinking' you'll be a-wantin' to talk to these-hyeer chaps right away. They've done had a run-in with some of our 'horny toads' and they sartainly look none the worse for wear."
The leather-aproned crafstman, evidently Corporal Gainly, immediately stops his roll-call and puts down his list of names. "At ease, men, rest easy for a moment. We may yet be in luck!" And he quickly makes his way to your table, and the entire room seems to have found reason to look in your direction, as well. "Greetings Noble Sirs, I am 'Corporal' Gainly chief of the Winterhaven militia this month. We could surely use some fine, strong men to help us. We must go and see Lord Padraig right away!"