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The group makes its way quickly to the Old Bridge Inn. The Shadowbank Clan who runs the large place seems to be a halfling family at least a dozen strong. Kellin, the patriarch of the Shadowbanks welcomes you. The Inn charges 2 gold lions a night, but includes meals and baths. The fare is quite good as the group is in time to partake of some seasoned stew, fresh baked biscuits, a colorful medley of seasonal vegetables steamed to perfection and an apple cobbler that had a tart but appealing bite to it.
During thier meal the heroes do note that the common room is sparsely occupied. Only two merchants involved in a game of Three Dragon Ante share the hearthside tables of ther Inn.
With your bellies full you are just settling into your rooms when a knock comes at the door.
Outside the door stands a tall, balding man of about fifty and a capable looking swordswoman.
"Sorry to trouble you travelers, but I'd like a few minutes of your time," the man says.
"My name is Norro Wiston, and I'm the Town Speaker for Drellin's Ferry. This is our Guard Captain, Soranna. I'll get right to the point; We're in a lot of trouble, and I was hoping I could persuade you to help us out."
The speaker waits to be invited in before continuing.
"Our town is under attack," the Speaker begins. "Hobgoblin raiders have been herrying our lands for several days now. They've attacked and killed people in the outlying homesteads, and they've been waylaying travelers along the Dawn's Way."
Captain Soranna adds, "We've had some trouble with them before, a quick raid on homesteads on the west side of the river, usually not that bad, but this is different. It looks like a large aggressive tribe has moved down from the Wyrmsmoke Mountains. Frankly I fear they may be numerous enough to sack the town."
"Beyond the immediate threat to our homes, the road is our lifeblood," the Speaker continues.
"If the hobgoblins make the Dawn Way impassable to the west, trade wont come this way, and we'll be ruined. Not only do we need to repel the raiders from our town, but we've got to keep that road open. Can you help us do it?"
During thier meal the heroes do note that the common room is sparsely occupied. Only two merchants involved in a game of Three Dragon Ante share the hearthside tables of ther Inn.
With your bellies full you are just settling into your rooms when a knock comes at the door.
Outside the door stands a tall, balding man of about fifty and a capable looking swordswoman.


"Sorry to trouble you travelers, but I'd like a few minutes of your time," the man says.
"My name is Norro Wiston, and I'm the Town Speaker for Drellin's Ferry. This is our Guard Captain, Soranna. I'll get right to the point; We're in a lot of trouble, and I was hoping I could persuade you to help us out."
The speaker waits to be invited in before continuing.
"Our town is under attack," the Speaker begins. "Hobgoblin raiders have been herrying our lands for several days now. They've attacked and killed people in the outlying homesteads, and they've been waylaying travelers along the Dawn's Way."
Captain Soranna adds, "We've had some trouble with them before, a quick raid on homesteads on the west side of the river, usually not that bad, but this is different. It looks like a large aggressive tribe has moved down from the Wyrmsmoke Mountains. Frankly I fear they may be numerous enough to sack the town."
"Beyond the immediate threat to our homes, the road is our lifeblood," the Speaker continues.
"If the hobgoblins make the Dawn Way impassable to the west, trade wont come this way, and we'll be ruined. Not only do we need to repel the raiders from our town, but we've got to keep that road open. Can you help us do it?"