"I suspect they would have killed me quick enough if they had thought they could get away with it, but even they smart enough avoid incurring too much wrath from the Turen Family clan." Roondar replies as he eats the last crumbs from his plate and prepares to tell his story.
"Forgive me if I repeat myself, but my mind is a little muddled right now and I don't wish to miss any details. As previously mentioned, my family has arranged with Alf here to sell our goods at his shop. This trip was to be the first load and finishing up the paperwork. Somehow these rogue managed to get past the intense security check our security provider puts all would be guards through, a fact that since I sent a report to my brothers shortly before you arrived will certainly be looked into.
Anyway, the trip itself was uneventful until yesterday morning when I woke up to see my wagon disappearing into the distance and a dagger to my throat. Once the rear guard finally departed I waited a bit and started down the road towards Venza. Around noon I came across a roadside tavern called the Broken Log and was able to get a meal with the few coppers the bandits left behind. While there, I overheard conversation that suggested some locals there knew of these ruffians, but without help, I was unwilling to pursue the information. When I finally got to Venza, I went straight to the authorities, who clearly did not care about my plight. Finally, somebody was kind enough to suggest I go the the Inn where I found you last night, and, thus, here we are gathered around our kind host's table." Roondar stops to take a drink as his voice starts to wear out. "Is there anything else you wish to ask about anything that as happened up to this point before we go further?"