If you think 2000 gold is a good price for violating our home and hurting brother bear you are sadly mistaken the price will be far more. What if it was one of our kids you hurt this is our home and I hope Sar find you all be four I do. Brother bear was doing what he thought was right by protecting our home from harm. If you need something that bad ask i would have given it to you but you all had to destroy our home and brake a trust in are friend ship that can not go unpunished.
Skipping toward the door of the Red Dragon Inn Portales notices the pinned note.
With a frantic look, Portales spins around surveying the people in the area. He attempts to whistle, but is off pitch and clearly nervous. He steps infront of the note covering it as someone walks past. He reads it a second time, with widened eyes.
A tired girl walks toward the Inn and notices a note stuck to the door. She stops to read it, then sits for a while on the slope of the nearby hill. She looks around the town she has made her home, sees its people rushing on their different chores, and her gaze lingers on the Temple of Odin for several moments, her eyes clouding with memory. She then stares sadly at the only thing here that gives her the long, contemplative view of life that her race and homeland have led her to adopt–the cemetery.
After an hour or so, she rises, brushes some snow from her clothes, and enters the Inn, tripping over the skull of a bear-rug that blocks the Inn’s main door. She shakes her head and moves on.
Voran pauses before opening the door to the inn, noticing the note. He raises a hand to block the snow blowing at his face and squints at the words. He smiles after the first several words, recognizing that it is in reference to the incident at Sar’s house.
After re-reading the letter, Voran, shaking his head and chuckling, pushes open the door and enters the inn.