<GM's Note: Did you do make that emblam Zephyr Song? Nice job if you did. Very.. um... artistic. I think Netzen noticed it too.

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The man in the barn (the one with the canvas overalls) responded: "Nay, there not be much odditys that happen in this village, lest ye be interested in how odd the lumberjacks become when they get some ale in them. If ye be needing a horse or some blacksmithing, though, I'm can tell you about that."
Farnham spoke up: "Ah, then you are a smithy by trade?"
The man replied: "Aye, I am aprenticed to Master Eaithein. He be away at Targos trading for carpentry tools and iron nails. See, we are to be building a new forge-house and smithy so we don't have to do all our work in th this barn. Nothing wrong with the barn, but it's really not a good place to smith anything more than horseshoes. A man needs a proper workship if he is to produce proper goods.
You sir, are a merchant-tradesman too if I don't miss my guess, aye?"
Farnham smiled: "Yes. How did you know?"
The man said: "Oh, t'was just a feeling, m'lord. Perhaps the finery of your armor, or the feather in your cap. Something about your bearing and breeding and your fine maner of speach. Aye, aye. You have a right fine way of talkling. I said to myself, I said 'That's a refined way of speaking that man has' to myself and then it clicked in me mind that you seem like a tradesman to me. I take it you be interested in some horses for your party?"
Farnham said: "Well, no. We are hunting a monster, but we were just now attacked by a mysterious assilant who used magic and deception."
The man nearly droped his cloth in shock and fear: "What! Where?"
Farnham held up his hands: "No danger, my good man. Let me assure you the the assilant was dealt with."
The man didn't seem very re-asured: "If you say so m;'lord. Still, I'd be much obnliged if you'd call upon the Sherrif."
The Sherrif, who was just walking in, said: "They alrady told me about it, Jerry. Now, jerry, this is important: Did you see anything strange or out of the ordinary on or about the barn today. Anything at all?"
Jerry dofed his hat as soon as he saw the Sherrif: "No, My Lord. Not a thing. I've been in here since sun-up and all I've seen is leather and horses."
The Sherrif turned to Marcus and Farnham and said: "I belive him Jerry may be a little slow, but he's the most honest man In know. If he'd seen something, he'd not keep it to himself"
Jerry, the blacksmith's apprentise, said. "Thank you My Lord."
The Sherrif said: "Let's leave the man work: no sense upsetting him over nothing."
The Sherrif said to the party: "We'll not find anything here, but I would see the roof of the barn."
Jerry said: "You can use the ladder from the upper hay loft, m'lord"
The Sherrif noded: "Thank you Jerry. Go back to work. This is a official investigation now, we'll take it from here."
Jerry nodded dutifully and turned back to the saddle he had been working on.
The sherrif spoke over his shoulder: "I suppose one of you young folk will want to come up with me, so come on if you're coming. I don't have all day."