Bivouac Tavern/Dwarven Quartermaster

The quartermaster shrugs and slide Viet an ale. "That's the thing. They find the villages, ransacked and burnt something fierce, but that's it. No bodies, no survivors, no clues. So they ask around, and it always turns out the same. Whoever saw something and called us in went missing before we arrived, so all we get to go off of is thirdhand crazy ramblings."

Meanwhile, the two dwarves in the corner are unreceptive to Fabien's inquiry. "No talk. See nothing." They say, hurriedly waving him off. Before he has a chance to leave though, they reconsider slightly, offering their stew pot towards him. They still don't say anything more, though.