You make your way to the stables, saddle your horses and set off for Snowsden. The roads surrounding Lyn's Ascendance are very busy and safe. The congestion is a little bad and you get stuck behind a caravan for an hour or so. But after a couple of hours of travel the road thins out and you set your own pace.
The day passes uneventfully for the most part, and as sunset approaches you come to a small, insignificant little farming village. It has an inn, a market, a blacksmithy and not much else.
You approach the inn and see the wooden sign shapped like a woman's silhouette. On the sign there is a yellow lyre and the words The Bard's Inspiration.
You head into the inn and find it surprisingly full. Still you talk to the barkeep and there are rooms available. 1 gold for a private room and 4 silver for a bunk in the common room.
You pay your fare, which includes a meal and sit down in one of the booths. You can't help but overhear snippets of an exciting conversation coming from the next booth.
I'll tell you we're going to be rich! Do you have any idea how much a nob'll pay for a winter wolf cloak? Gavin swears the tracks are no more than a day old. The pack are heading for the mountains to the south-east!
Quiet you fool another, stern voice interjects.
You never know who's listening.
You look at your companions and continue with your meal.
What do you do?