"We did scour a far few of the spider's nests while seeking Black Tarn's aid for Rhosgobel. Perhaps this is simply a reprisal from the beasties? Can't speak for the Marsh-Dwellers however." Bróin stroked his beard as he gauged the wizards reaction to his words. Radagast had more or less corroborated Vara's accounting of the night prior, but the Dwarf was no less concerned at Radagast's tight-lipped manner with regards to the situation; he could appreciate wanting to keep your cards close to your chest sure, but now wasn't the time for keeping secrets.
Bróin presses forward with the conversation. "And eh, how far south are we to go? Or rather how far are we to deviate from our intended path?"
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