It's your third day in Bannerbridge, and as you consider the journey that lies ahead for the Tribe of the Red Bear, Drazha and Vanya burst into your yurt. Behind them walks Cedric, who looks as if he would rather be anywhere else.
"Nephew," cries Drazha, "we have been deceived! Cedric told you that the bandit Garulf's forces were not expected here for a week, yet a villager let slip to one of our people that they are to arrive here today. We still have time to ready the caravan to leave, but only if we act now."
"It's true," Cedric mumbles, "but I did what was in the best interests of Bannerbridge, Basileios. I had hoped that Garulf would see the strength of the Tribe of the Red Bear and leave us in peace."
"I say we should stay," says Vanya. "These folk are willing to defy a band of professional soldiers with little more than hoes and billhooks. So what if fear causes them to lie? The people of Bannerbridge deserve our help."