The two rather mismatched looking companions headed north for the village of Little Meadow. The order had provided them with a map and sufficient funds for the taverns they would stay at. The second day of hard riding found the two of them eating a filling stew at an aptly named inn, the Weary Traveler.<br/>The clientele was the normal for such a place, travelers like themselves seeking a meal and a bed for the night before moving on in the morning, and locals unwinding after a days work.<br/><br/>It was one of them a farmer by his garb that attracted their attention. He seemed to be going to those travelers that carried weapons or looked like they could. At each table he said his piece and then after some talk and shaking of heads moved on to the next.<br/><br/>Eventually he arrived at their table and stood looking despondent.  “Sorry to bother you good sir and lady but you look like you may be of the adventuring type. It is only a minor matter to the likes of you but a major one to my family and me. My milking cow Daisy has been stolen, I have tracked her to a ruined tower and found who took her. Filthy Kobolds have her and I am sure they are going to make a meal of her. I cannot fight them, I am a farmer who knows nothing of weapons. Nor can I afford to buy another cow so I appeal to your good nature to help a man in distress.”<br/>