“Don’t get many visitors round these parts. Specially not walking in like you,” the shopkeeper said. “Occasionally get important persons on horseback traveling between Arclight and Edgeland. None stopping by here though, just passing through.”
The robed stranger grunted. The merchant frowned, suddenly suspicious of the the low hood hiding the man’s face.
“Where did you say you were from?”
“I didn’t. I’m coming from Frostheight. My mom just passed. I’m traveling to the funeral.”
“Sorry to hear,” the man said, frown turning to a look of sympathy.
A trio of men burst through the door, swords drawn and gleaming.