It is very fine of you all to offer. We've been speaking with the fine gentlemen here, and we've no personal quarrel with Markindale. I'm sure the king means well, but we've more trade with the Markies than we do our own countrymen. I know we've had some minor bandit problems over the years. They tend to camp in the woods out near the mountains. It's a full day's ride to get to the mountains proper, as I'm sure you all know. We've never been able to properly flush them out, too much effort on trying to avoid Notter and his ilk. Edwin and I were planning some fortifications for Willowdark. Maybe more militant than we're used to, but seemingly more and more important, by the Light. If you could deal with the nest of bandits in the hills, we could possibly make use of any materiel they have squirreled away. he says, stroking his chin. Excuse me one moment. he ducks back into the jail, and returns shortly.
If you'd like, I can offer you formal letters of marque, if you would feel more comfortable acting on official Willowdark orders. These letters, and my expectations, will never take precedence or cross The Bow. She's a friend, and I won't take her men permanently.
