We got some bad news....

The next voice to speak came from the blonde beauty that was covered in her husbands blood. Her skin was as pale as snow and her large, round eyes an icy blue. Not fat or thin, nor tall or short, the woman had average frame of a mother of her age. Perhaps a bit more muscular than most but she hid it well under her dirty green dress. The dress that actually showed of a decent amount of cleavage.

"Bigger problem or not I need to get back to my children....My poor children, what will I tell em'? Sorry about your father kids! He was going to let some strange barbarian **** me. Then probably you too before he kills or sells us....Why'd you have to be such a bastard Robert!" The woman whispered to no one in particular.

The dagger thrower, layed down Olafs body and preforms a small prayer in a language you had never heard. She stood up and in the flickering candlelight you see her tall and thin frame. She was at least 4'5 with a athletic slender frame. Her short ears stuck out just a touch. She had kept them tucked away behind her hair but you had noticed when she stood up. Her skin was a dark tan and and you noticed several small scars on her arms as well as a few tattoos. Her clothing is a basic looking white tunic with a light gold trim.

"Rilla..wait! We all saw the adventurers do this right everyone?" She says looking first to the dwarf then you.

The older dwarven man nodded without hesitation a sad look of remorse on shone upon his face. He had odd traits for a dwarf. With no beard and bright green eyes. A large curved nose, one that look like was broken once or twice, and a handsome brooding face. His greyish blonde hair was pulled back in a traditional warriors knot. Another thing a bit uncommon. He had lightly tanned skin on top of his muscular/bulky frame. Probably standing a little over 4ft tall. He wore dark leather armor and pants, having no weapon that you could see. A small scar could be seen on his large square chin and a large tattoo on his right shoulder.

"Well you know I can keep a secret, Lidgwen but for your information it may not matter, take a look at this scroll!" He hands it to the halfling.

Lidgwen quickly reads the whole thing and turns pale. "Well...shit....Ogdahn, this complicates things quite a bit!"

You can no longer remain quiet "Just say what it say already! Sheesh!"

"According to the scroll these four were on their way to Eldermore, the Capital City. They were to receive a quest from King Phalladon himself." Mirva tells you.

"But why does that even matter? They receive a quest, so what? Lets drag them outside and say the monster got them. Look at them they are obviously just starting out, no one will be looking for them. We hear of unskilled adventures being slaughtered all the time...." You say, taking a seat on a bar stool.

"Well technically... The moment they received the summons from the King they became emissaries of our boy king. Maybe you only know him as the Mad King... You know the guy who's been known to raze entire villages and settlements at the slightest inconvenience or offence. He who is more than happy to investigate the **** of any person who has failed him in any capacity. Just in hopes of extracting more **** from them. Or at least on the people in the village nearest their corpses. " Ogdahn the Dwarf explained.

Suddenly you grasp your situation. Rilla's husband doesn't matter. These men work for the king, and now their blood is spilled all over this Inn. Something that a well trained wizard could detect. The king will inevitably investigate why the party didn't show up. Leading them here...possibly to Ravensreach. It wouldn't be unreasonable of a guess. You've always heard stories of the Mad King. Burring down whole territories during the rebellion. The second they all stood up for themselves. Was the same moment they sighed everyone they loved **** warrant. The King was just a small boy back then. Time unfournetly hasnt made him any ****.

Rilla's eyes grow wide in horror, and you speak for everyone when you say

"Well shit....."

"It's a long shot but I think I may have an idea. The scroll never refers to them by name. Only by the title of Heroes of Ragsport " Ogdahn said rubbing his broad chin.

"They were known for stopping a skeever invasion in Ragsport a small harbor town to the far north west. It calls for cleric, fighter, wizard and barbarian....."

"So whats your idea Og?" Lidgwen asks the dwarf.

"Four of them, four of us.... We go in their places!"