A dark shadow crossed over the sunlight streaming through the window of the Green Dragon. Patrons rose in shocked surprise only to see a brown falcon swoop low through the door and drop a large scroll from one clawed leg onto a large wooden table.
"Why, that's Wyrd, Bethberry's falcon," one voice cried as several arms contested to catch the bird.
Evading them, however, Wyrd flew out again, leaving patrons to read the missive which bore a
return address
"Well, now," said one. "It's not such a hike to Rohan, is it?"
"Naw, it t'ain't. And anybody's allowed to be a squatter, not just them Rohan types."