<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM Notes:</strong></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>1.  TINALIA &amp; LYNARRA et. al</strong></span><br/><br/>Lynarra and Tinalia marched from just outside the Stonehill Inn.  They walked a couple of doors down.  The Townmaster's Hall was across the way from the Lionshield Coster.  The townmaster's hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back.  Posted on the board next to the front door is a notice written in Common.  It reads:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong>REWARD<br/></strong></span></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Orcs near Wyvern Tor!</span><br/>Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.</div><br/>The notice bears the town's seal and an indecipherable signature.<br/><br/>The women climb the steps and enter the hall.  There is a long salon that almost looks like a church.  There are wooden benches in rows, six in all, leading up to two large desks.  Behind the desks, there is a stair rail, with a set of steps descending to a basement or cellar.  Sitting at one of the desks, a fat human male.  He looks up from his work and says,  "Ah, good afternoon.  New faces.  How may I be of service?"<br/><br/><strong>2.  RAT &amp; AMARA</strong><br/>The pair keep TALKING about going to the Lionshield Coster, but they haven't SAID that they are going to the Lionshield Coster.  The GM is going to just shove them along because, otherwise, he'll become frustrated by the inaction.<br/><br/>Amara and Rat carry the crates to the Lionshield Coster.  Indeed, they observe Lynarra and Tinalia ahead of them enter the Townhall.  The Lionshield Coster is a modest trading post with a sign shaped like a wooden shield with a blue lion painted on it.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" a woman said behind the counter.   "Fuck fuck fuck!" she said as she searched the shelves.   "May the gods damn it!"  She looked flustered, annoyed, frustrated, and... suddenly turned on a dime as she saw Amara and Rat enter.  She took a deep breath, collected herself, and approached them as if to sell something.<br/><br/>But... she immediately noticed that the pair were carrying crates bearing the symbol of her trading company.<br/><br/>"Oh my days!" she cried, grabbing one of the crates (the one that Rat held) and looking down at the symbol.   "How--?!  You--!?  This was due with our caravan a fortnight ago!  How have you come by it?"<br/><br/><strong>3.  KATHRA.</strong><br/><br/><em>Re:  Mining Company</em>"I'm given to understand there's a lot of prospectors out here?"<br/>"I don't know how many's a lot, ma'am, but there's certainly some," Toblin said.<br/><br/>"Halia Thornton runs the Mining Exchange in town," a woman at her weave said.   "She's a tough woman, that one.  Even the Redbrands won't mess with her.  Do you know her?"<br/><br/><em>Re:  Habitations</em><br/>A modest room and board will cost a gold coin per person per day.  The GM does not quite recall how many people there are.  For three rooms, it will cost at least 6gp.  Regardless, Toblin was quick to accept the dwarf's payment.   "There is plenty of room, ma'am, and three rooms ain't an inconvenience," he added.<br/><br/><em>Re: Food</em><br/>"Certainly, ma'am, we can make those arrangements."<br/><br/>Kathra was shown up to her room.  It was modest, but it beat life on the trail by a wide margin.  It was not long after she arrived that Trilena, the innkeeper's wife, knocked at her door and entered with a tray of food.  There was two bowls of a sweet mutton porridge (quite good, actually), a fresh loaf of rye bread, and a pitcher with home-made ale.  There was also some salted ham, and a small wheel of goat's cheese, on a plate.<br/><br/>"I hope everything is to yer' likin', ma'am," she said as she set the tray down and then straightened out her dress.   "I made the porridge meself."