Saltmarsh

Ulfgar's eyes follow the local as he's yelled at, he pays attention on what transpires. With the time on the road getting here, he's not really talked to anyone, might as well listen in to others talking instead.

The man known as Bedford smiles, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth and ale-soaked breath. "Sure, friend. If you're buying, I'll be happy to tell you my tale." The taproom seems momentarily distracted that you would make such an offer, but they soon return to their own discussions.

Bedford takes a seat at your table. He, like so many others here, is weathered and his face is filled with lines. One streak of his otherwise dark hair is stark white, but his blue eyes are clear and alert. He is dressed in the simple clothes of the peasantry, but his fine fur cloak betrays his occupation as a trapper.

As you sit, he brings you all in close for a conspiratorial whisper. "The others think that I'm mad. About two weeks ago, I was exploring the area around the old Selgore place, about two miles outside of town, up on the cliff. I thought that I might catch a few weasels, or maybe even a fox. Well, it started to rain, so I figured no one would mind if'n I went inside. After all, it's been deserted for years. Well, I went inside and into the kitchen. There was nothing there, of course, so I decided to take a look in the cellar, just to satisfy my curiosity, understand. I no sooner set foot upon the top step when a horrible ruckus came up from below! It was a ghastly scream, like that of a banshee! I swear by all that is holy that I thought every demon in the abyss was down there! I lit out of that place like a bolt of lightning! I chanced a look back and saw a bunch of demons following me out of the house! Well, I ran all the way back to town. I guess they didn't follow me more than a few steps, but they didn't need to! I'm never going near that house again!"

"They had deep red skin... and horns! They were all different sizes, and shrieking as they came! They didn't look human, and some of them didn't even walk on two legs!"

"They came up the stairs, chasing me out of the house!"

"I guess that I was about a half-mile down the road before I slowed enough to check."

"How are you all so sure at to take him at his word? Claim requires proof!" Ulfgar had turned to towards them and spoken then realized the word came out of his mouth. He huffed under his breath kicking himself for speaking out loud, "I would be most interested in seeing this disturbance for myself."
The abbot likely wouldn't of approved this, but the others he was sending were far enough behind him that he could amuse himself with this goose chase.

"Proof!? You want proof?" Bedford suddenly snaps. "Look here!" He indicates the white streak in his hair. "Do you think that this is natural? You want further proof, you can take yourself up there. I already told you that no amount of gold is going to get me to go back!"

At his outburst, people in the tavern have turned to regard your table now.

"I know little more," Bedford replies, somewhat calmer now. "I had barely begun to explore when I was chased away by the demons. I went in the door at the back of the house, by the old well."