Outside Wrafton’s Inn, Winterhaven
Many villagers stand outside Salvana Wrafton’s Inn, staring after the main gate through which the strangers recently passed. Once it was not uncommon for strangers to be about but with the kobolds ambushing travelers few have passed this way. Several of Winterhaven’s Regulars stand alert among the villagers.
Winterhaven Regular: Of course I heard about the madman running up and down the road shrieking! This town isn’t big enough not to hear about something like that. I’d have put him out on his keister if he hadn’t run out of here on his own.
Martis Thinwight: That naked one was wearing some kind of thing on his head, it looked like, a well, a little dragon head sort of but poorly cut. He put it right on his head! It’s no wonder he went stark raving mad!
Corin Delforth: Didja smell the dwarf? Della said he put animal fat on his head. Why’d he wanna do somethin like that fer?
Salvana Wrafton: This is a respectful inn, not a brothel!
Delmar Thornwit: I can’t believe Coalstriker bought that wizard’s clothes, hard times for us or not. Not like we had much to give ‘em for his britches.
Lord Padraig: I’m quite certain my guards could rid the countryside of the kobold threat but I must protect the village. I have my doubts about the character of these strangers but if they are able to dispatch of the kobolds we will be most grateful. If the kobolds dispatch them, well it may be for the best.