Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20181205105435

"Aye, I am." Harald replied. He waved the notice off, it wasn't really necessary anymore. "You may sit, we were just discussing the bounty."

They waited for Kane to take a seat at the longtable then continued to talk.

"Three is still not enough." Skorm noted.

"It will have to do." Harald muttered.

"So, do you know where this dragon's lair is located?" Jof asked.

Harald nodded to Jænis' steward and he brought out a map of the area. The steward placed the map on the middle of the table.

The Thane pointed to the farmlands south of the town on the map. "Last week's sightings were around this area, by the local farmers and their families." He then traced a mountain trail that led to Kyneslundr fro Yorgrim. "There were also missing travellers on this road. That could be a coincidence, but we can't be sure."

The two reached the farm in about an hour, it was a good distance from the town.

Since it was winter, the fields were covered in snow, so it would've looked like a regular cabin in the wilderness were it not for the barn and the windmill close to it. The windmill was stationary and the barn was closed up. The only sign of life at the farm was the column of smoke coming from the chimney of the cabin.

Upon entering the Marked Pike, Reeth saw about a dozen people in the inn, most sitting close to a heartfire at the center of the building.

One of those standing walked up to the young Atmoran, clearly he was a worker there as he was carrying around empty mugs of ale. "What can I get you, stranger?"