It has been a busy time for the village of Moha recently. No stranger to journeymen, it is nevertheless noteworthy to have so many outlandish travels in their small community at the same time. Towards evening the other day a young half-elf arrived and bought herself a pile of straw to sleep on in old Harner’s barn, which she promptly disappeared into, and is now in the common room of the Goblin’s Grapes, silent with a nose in a book and a bowl of turnip stew. The villagers let her have her peace, she was a woman of books, and they looked pretty, but the stories of the page had little use in these lands. Stranger is the pilgrim who arrived several days ago, clad is heavily armour, with weapons aplenty, their face obscured by a grey cloth down to the eyes. They don’t seem to be too talkative either, interested rather in the shrine that dot the village, kneeling before them for hours on end.  They even seem to sleep there, if they sleep at all. Then there is the merchant staying at the Goblin’s Grapes, her cart in Sabolch’s yard, loaded with copper tools, even a few weapons, and a dozen thickly woven fall hangings. She is more talkative, sharing over a mug of ale tales of her travels, riding through the lands of tribesmen, who would beat drums throughout the night to hold back the darkness until the sun once again banished it. There is further talk of others in the area. A lone Traveller, what happened to his clan? And others saw a ranger patrolling the Gazing Pools. Venack saw blind it was a she, who had tusks!<br/><br/>Speculation of the exact nature and motives of these visitors wove itself in with the town gossip. Did any of them have something to do with Naylen’d quest to secure a bottle of white ribbon, a spirit popular with dwarves that he dearly wants to serve at his marriage ceremony, and he has the silver to pay for it, but no one seems able to deliver. There are rumours of a killcrop born in the nearby village of Gairns, not a good idea to approach, but where else is there a blacksmith? Maybe the visitors, or at least some of them, are here to save them. There is also the business of Hajnalka. Did she really die peacefully in her sleep, two months ago? Or do the tales of bedside poison ring true? Others question why it took 2 months for this story to emerge.<br/><br/>Suddenly there is a scream from outside soon followed by more, and those who stumble onto the broad streets of Moha see what caused it: a swamp beast. As big as an ox, with slimly, mottled skin, a thick, puffy body and lanky, twisted limbs ending in thick feet, clawed and webbed, it crawls and it hops, with a pair of glistening horns upon its head, and two yellow eyes that blink alternately, darting from side to side. They usually stick the deep waters of the swamp, but can occasionally be coaxed out when searching for food. This one has smashed through a fence and gored a man, and seems intent on continuing its rampage.