As he was passing by a tavern, he saw three men talking in whispers. He could barely hear what they were saying but looked an important matter. He was about to be moving on, when he heard the word 'Scavens'. With his acutely improved hearing, he strained his ears to get more meaning of what they were discussing.
"The Scavens will be all over the place."
"I say we hire some mercenaries."
"Mercenaries?"
"Mercenaries could be a bad idea. They can't be trusted not to turn on us."
"If we don't, we would die on our own."
"I agreed with the two of you. It will be extremely dangerous to cross the Argonian traits. If we are unfortunate, we could come across the Scavens and the Argonians. We would easily loose our lives."
Whispered the one at the center, who appeared to be the leader. He paused for a second before continuing.
