Leaning against his horse, Banner, Ryn Kavaren finishes reading the note he was handed. He idly runs his fingers through Banner's mane while he ponders the note and what he knows of Corkwill's reputation. The wanderer hadn't planned to stay in The Dales long after visiting his family in Deepingdale, but it didn't sound like this would keep him here either. In fact, given how far Old Herlam had traveled...

With a sudden grin, Ryn slides the note into his belt pouch. He's long since grown immured to foul words and worse tempers, and such a man will hopefully have an interesting story to tell. He will see what they wish after dark; if nothing else, he remembers good things about the Arms cellar.

Having resolved to at least hear them out, he now has a few hours to spend on the frivolity he came here for. With a crooked smile, he begins to lead Banner to the north end of town, looking to participate in a good joust, archery contest, or a maybe even a melee...