"We're looking for my people, the Tribe of the Red Bear," you tell him. "They're north of here somewhere, and we need to rest before we continue our search."
The man looks thoughtfully down at the dog, which sniffs the air suspiciously and remains standing where it is. "Seems like you're telling the truth," he says. "I'm Barnaby. Why don't we tie your horses up in the barn and head inside?"
Enter the Cottage