Traders returning from the small mountain community of Lyn speak of encounters with the so called Dragonstealers. It is said that dwarven patrols have come upon small groups of armed warriors on their way south.
The man who relays the rumour to you, seems agitated and a little afraid.
"I mean - how can we go anywhere these days? Where are the Queen's Guard when you need them, huh? Probably honing their pigstickers and polishing helmets. Anyhow, those dragonstealers meant business I tell you. They attacked as soon as those poor dwarves ran into them. Fully half of them were dead when they returned to Lyn in the morning. And it seems that they only felled two out of the five they ran into.
I ask you, when the hammers of Lyn fall short, who is to stand up to these monsters? I mean, how crazy are you to even consider meddling with dragons?!"
