"Hah!" the old mule driver exclaims. "Food gets people moving, I say. Toasted bread, garlic butter and cut apples are served." Leaving the food out on a tray, he make sure everyone is awake and the mules are given feed bags.
The priestess nods, "Morning, Leira. Still waking up… a little stiff. I'm not so used to sleeping out of my bed, I'm afraid." She takes a bite of the buttered toast, then adds. "Oh, garlic in the butter. How lovely."
"Thank ye, priestess. Simple ting, really." The old man turns to Brandon to answer his question, "The fort has been dere longer dan I been alive. And it's been a ruin most of that time. Fer a while it was used by the Venzan army, but they left it. After, lotsa people take over, but nobody hold onto it. Most recently some sort of hobgoblins." He pats one of the mules on the neck before heading back into the group. "Wit this kobold problem, some think dey come from dere. I'm not so sure, but could be. Dey be slingin' spells, so everyone worried."