Outside the inn, the man in black heard wooden chairs rubbing against the floor and mugs dropping on the tables. He opened the door, and it announced his arrival with a loud, long creek. All the patrons’ eyes pierced him, and in less than a moment, the only sound in that building came from the wooden floor that creaked under the weight of the visitor.

“I’m looking for the speaker of this town. I’m sent from the…” - the man started.

“Hello, sir, I’m the village speaker.” - a voice came to his right - “We’re honored to have you here. What brings you to Tamno?”

The man in black turned around to see a short man somewhere in his fifties, wearing a tucked-in shirt, barely keeping his enormous belly at bay. It’s rare to see someone who is as wide as he is tall.

“I got word that you had an… incident?” - the man said.

“Oh, word of our tragedy has traveled fast then. The people have been horrified by the latest events. We were just discussing it with the priest and the leader of our hunting party.” - the speaker said and lead the man in black to a table in the corner of the inn.

Two men with the same rounded shape waited there. A speaker, a priest and a hunter sitting in an inn. An excellent premise for a joke a bard would tell you.

“You must be tired from traveling. Would you like to have something to eat or drink? Mira has the best bread in the area, and we’ve got wine from Rhana. Not that this would impress you, but we do take care of our guests here.” - the speaker continued, dark spots appearing under his armpits.

“I would like to know more about what happened.”