I rein the horse onto the road. We head NorthEast. Is it only my imagination, or does the wind already blow cold? "We're overtaking winter, friend", I tell the horse. His ears flick back in silent agreement.
I bite my lip, considering, then press my ear to the door first.[Perception: 4+10=14Stealth: 18+5=23]
"Just bringing this back, Mistress," I reply, nodding to the soup kettle. "Thanks. You mind if I ask you all some stuff?"
I said you all, not just you, I think, slightly piqued, but don't make a thing of it just yet. "There been another group that passed this way, before," I state, not making it a question. "Tell me about 'em, please."
"Yeah, no, not a word," I promise. "Look, I can't really talk about why we interested in 'em, but is there anything else about 'em that stood out? They say anything about where they was going or what they was doing? You hear any names, maybe?"
"The others men or women?" I ask, listening intently. "Ages, builds, eye and hair colours? Describe 'em. Please."
Clothes and hair aint so weird, them being army types, I think. And I guess when you're that short there's maybe less different heights you can be?"Huh," I say. "Right, then. Thanks for the information." A thought occurs to me, and I ask curiously, "They stay here? Give you all any trouble?"