You travel across the scattered bridges of the Moonstream delta, until you finally reach the road at the base of the Sunrise Reach. The trip is peaceful, until after your mid-day meal. On a detour of the path, you hear loud shouting and swearing.

As you head a bit further, you spot a large man dressed in leathers and furs, quite likely a hunter. He's shouting angrily at a group of Dwarves with a small pony-drawn cart.

The man seems ready to fight, while the Dwarves are doing their best to talk him down. But by the man's slurred words, you think he may be a bit drunk.

Istvan looks the situation over...

(13:06, Today: Istvan Vanoson rolled 9 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 6,1.  Discern realities.

On a 7–9, ask 1... take +1 forward when acting on the answers.

What happened here recently?)

It seems the man took offense to the dwarves taking so much of the road with their cart, forcing him to walk in the mud on the side of the small dirt path. A pretty big overreaction, as there's no way the pretty heavy cart could move if it went in the mud itself. The dwarves clearly don't want to fight, but nothing they say seems to work.