Thankfully, the ferry seems to be in solid working condition, more than adequate for the next few months, at the least, and Daminor seems to be more than interested in doing the talking. "Ahh, hail and well met to you, good sir! We were just passing through, on our way to the old keep that lies just beyond here, in the Witchwood, when we were attacked by this vicious band of hobgoblins!" "Hobgoblins?!" the burly sergeant calls out. "You're lucky to be here alive, then! Those beasts have been a menace for days, attacking every traveler that tries to reach the city! Who's that in the cart?" "That? Oh, that's one of the leaders of their band, whom we managed to capture." "Astounding! You folk may be just the sort of thing we need around here! Please, go ahead, use the ferry to cross the river, then seek out the Town Speaker, Winston... he'll certainly be happy to hear that heroes like you have arrived!" The sisters exchange worried glances; this could mean trouble, that they're going to be hired to handle. Best to keep a careful eye on Damion, make sure he doesn't make too many promises...<br/><br/>"By your leave then?" The sergeant nods, and the party loads up into the ferry, for the slow trip across the river.