Evelyn, the mayor of Nazarre stands on a podium and bangs a gavel. "Order!"<br/><br/>Presently, the room settles down. Her eyes sweep the motley assortment of adventurers before her. "You have come in response to our grave need for help. In the last six months, bandit raids on our trading convoys have risen to untenable levels. Worse, they aren't just taking our food and money, they are kidnapping our people."<br/><br/>The town isn't large enough to merit a dedicated constabulary, but as you look around, the public house seems well-maintained and neat. Clearly, these people don't have much, but they take pride in their community. "We are farmers and herders here, we don't know anything about fighting. In return for your aid in stopping these brigands, you may keep any of the plunder you find. Also, for each captive you return, we will give you a twenty Crown bounty." She pauses, and looks a little sheepish. "We only have enough gold to pay for seven captives, but we will pay for any additional people your bring back with livestock. Land, if we need to. Just please, bring our people home!"<br/><br/>She regains her composure. "Now, if you are willing to undertake this dangerous mission, please advance and be recognized."