"An innkeeper from town and a..." the guard shrugs, "he'll fill you in I'm sure."

After the long walk back from the mill, the last few feet to the main hall was mercifully short. The hall, big enough to be a large dining hall for many lumberman, was nearly empty.

Lord Bost, the a tall, broad-shouldered nobleman with coppery red hair, a full beard, and slightly northland manner stood over a badly injured man laid out on a long table. On the other side of the man, stood a women, known in town as an innkeeper who had a way with traditional cures.

A few others milled around, arms crossed and tension apparent on their faces.