"Ha. Perhaps Koko was right to take ol' Hooter's word on this one. You catch on quick." The little fiery-haired halfling winks and scoots closer to you, twisting up her arm to reveal a faint map that shines in the candle-light. "Koko made this ink back when we were greenhorns... only appears at an angle in firelight."<br/><br/>If you lean close, you can see that there's actually a crude map traced on the woman's arm, with the town marked as a large square, and several X's marked in the surrounding areas.<br/><br/>"Ok. We've seen goblin activity here, here, here, and here." The woman points off all the X's, minus one. "They're taking... strange things. A thresher from a farm, a straw-man from a corn field, scrap from behind a blacksmith, and the Jenkins' biggest pumpkin. Not sure what they're doing with it, to be true, but I'm getting mighty sick of hearing about these damned sewn-lip goblins."<br/><br/>The woman covers her arms up and looks around again, then looks at a little clock-work piece on her arm.<br/><br/>"Anyways, last scene had a strange little bark map to it, which roughly corresponds to the one I just showed ya... and it had that last X on it. Now, a little research, and I'm starting to think the goblins are planning to do some grave-robbing... and I need you to check it out. I've been ordered to leave it be, but if... unnofficially... a young man were to go star-gazing behind the church at night, he might have a pretty good view of the boneyard... And he might... stumble across something, out there writing his love poetry or whatever it is he does."