GM:
He roared with laughter, " Best be asking the city folk...though they'll likely be heading back to Glissom City. We borderers have no need of guards."
Drake guffaws, joining the old reaver in his mirth,
"Them scruffies would have to either have balls of steel, or brains so far up their arse they can't think straight, to even consider laying a paw on your goods!"
Another round of guffaws ensues! Drake wipes tears of mirth from his eyes...
GM:
"Yer not Gliss...Thulish? Cornumbrian? The old forest was called Siren Woods by those bronze chested bastards from our ancestors time. Tis a fell place, but its a full six months to go round and the old road is safe as long as you follow the traditions."
Drake nods, his mannerism friendlier now that he has warmed up to the old barbarian.
"Cornumbria. Just came in few days ago with a couple of salt caravans."
GM:
"Aye, I met them at Mimirs Well. Its a settlement in the heart of the forest, odd folk live there but they're kind to strangers."
" If your heading that way, don't step off the path. The Good Folk don't like that...and they're not backwards about expressing their dislikes."
He grinned, " Those cart guards...though there were some odd fellows among them....were heading into the old ruins outside the settlement the rumours said...not sure we'll see them again."
"Ruins eh? What of?" Drake asks curiously.