The tales told around the table with this group of adventurers whom I had accepted as friends and valuable allies churned something inside of me. I was intrigued by the old man. My companions seemed to share the same sentiment.
Which is the best course of direction if we are indeed heading out on the morrow?
I yearn to catch the trail of those beasts again. And if they are heading back to their homeland in such numbers, there must be a reason why.
Leaning back in his chair and raising his ale in appreciation for the friendships and good music, Matrim was excited to see how the morning would unfold.