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. It
was snowing. As Marakion shouldered his pack and tied on
his cloak, he stared out the window in his room and thought
that today would be the day he found the marauders. Today
would be the day he found where the scum holed up.
Griffort was wiping down the bar, looked up to see him.
"Morning, sir," he said. "Breakfast for you today? I
might be able to scrape together some eggs, if you've the
wealth for 'em."
"No. I'm leaving."
Griffort nodded. "Which way you headed?"
"West."
Griffort's face darkened, and he motioned Marakion
closer. The innkeeper spoke in a low voice, "You want a
copper's worth of free advice?"
Marakion nodded for him to continue.
"Don't go west, at least not straight west. Skirt Mount
Phineous if you can. Evil things going on up there."
Marakion was interested. "How so?"
"Lader's Knoll." The innkeeper shook his head. "We
used to have an arrangement with a farmer up there in
Lader's Knoll. Taters don't grow down here, as well as
other stuff Bartus likes for his cooking, so we'd swap bread
and the like for vegetables and such - but I can see you're
not into long stories, so I'll cut it short. One day, the farmer
stopped bringing his wagon down. I sent one of the town
boys to Lader's Knoll to see what had happened. The kid
never came back. Something bad's going on up there,
stranger - " Griffort stopped at the sight of Marakion's
smile.
"Perfect," Marakion said. "Does the name 'Knightsbane
Marauders' mean anything to you? Have you heard of
them?"
The disconcerted innkeeper shook his head slowly
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