Night air spills over the gate as the trio clears the alley. The Ranger stays crouched in the mud, one hand over the deepest tracks.
The Ranger
Fresh enough. Three trolls, maybe more. They head hard for Staddle.
The Smith shifts his grip on the hammer and looks from the prints to the dark road beyond Bree, jaw set.
The Smith
Then we do not waste breath. Point us true, and I will keep pace.
A tremor of boots sounds behind the hedge. The Messenger hurries up, pale and wide-eyed, trying to catch his breath.
The Messenger
I can lead you to the turn by the old cart-mark. After that, I am no fighter.
Gwendolyn
Gwendolyn calls the march to Staddle, sword ready, and the path ahead is set.
✓ Quest Accepted
Reach Staddle
“"I did not expect to find them so close to town," she mutters, before moving on. She has to get to Staddle!”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled -1)