or two at the town’s square. he keeps to himself most of the time, but after two mugs of dark ale he is more talkative; last time i saw him he told me and one of my men how he was tired of being a farmer and wanted to see the world and start a… forgive me, i’m getting carried away as usual.
what i meant to say, is that yesterday i sent 4 guards to find out what had happened the day before, and collect the damn grain. only they did not return again. i dare not go myself, assuming something is really out of the ordinary, i cannot be 