“You mean anything more significant then those barbarians doing this to the wood? No,” the man answered.
Keldron looked slightly crestfallen, but decided to ask the same question differently. “How about a*********s of murders, perhaps around the time that these trees were taken?”
The old man shuddered as Keldron mentioned the trees, but he gave the question considerable thought, leaning back against his horse. “Well, to tell you the truth, I do not get a lot of news from people around here, so committed am I to the wood, but occasionally I might see a lone traveller heading for the pass back east. One mentioned something about people dying in a manner that he had never seen before, but when I asked him about it, he just urged his horse from a walk to a gallop and disappeared. Until you m
