"I have-" He starts, try'n to sort out the details of this particular story "Had the misfortune of gett'n caught between a buncha hunters that were hungry and a clan o Dalish what had one of their Halla caught in one of their traps. I was try'n to make my way through the woods to move some cargo but I get to this clear'n and there's the Dalish all on one side, the hunters on the other, and this poor damn thing in the middle with it's leg caught in a bear trap. Best I could tell it was some kinda accident- Hunters know better than to take a pot shot at a Halla. I figure the Clan was mov'n along through too. So we got two sides and a poor thing in the middle and here's me, stand'n on the edge. So I try to cut through- I had perishables I was carry'n. Tried to give the Halla wide berth but then one of the Clan, had a staff, figure she was the one in charge had me stop my horse and play flesh wall while she got the Halla out. Hunters don't like not be'n able to see but what can I do? SO...I start tell'n 'em jokes."

Breaks the tension, that does. "Keeper gets their wounded Halla out, Hunters give 'em elfroot and some bottles of brandy to make up for the mixup, both go on their merry and I got a coupla coppers from the hunter and an arrowhead from the Dalish. Just for be'n at the right place at the right time. When you travlel, when you're rid'n to travel? You happen upon all kindsa whimsical situations. Some dangerous, some not so much but- I think you'd have a fine time of it."