Commander Verna stood from her office desk, a grimace on her face and a crumpled note in her hand.  That was the third blasted patrol this week that went missing, with no trace as to what happened.  Sighing, she walked over to a map of the local area hanging on the wall and stuck a red pin in it, marking the last known location of the patrol.  Far more red pins dotted the map than any other color, a rather depressing sight to anyone that knew what they meant.  Verna had personally seen to sending off the last few groups, and the human felt a pang of guilt as she looked at the map.<br/><br/>Tossing the note on the desk, she walked out of her office and to the small garden that was right outside the army headquarters.  The lords of Arhynn had decided to start offering a larger reward to any who could find information on the missing patrols.  She had arranged a meeting time and posted notices in the local taverns, advertising the mission and telling any interested adventurers to meet here, just a few minutes from now.  She had heard a few interesting rumors of those who were planning to join.  Hopefully, they would be able to succeed where several others had failed.  Or, she thought with a small grimace, they'd just have to offer this group's share to the next group that decided to try if they failed.