A loud thump accompanies a blast of cold air as a solid, smock-wearing figure slams open the back door of the Rusty Spoke Tavern. Illoa, her hands red with the blood of a freshly slaughtered pig, barges into the common room and confronts the adventurers with a stern look of disapproval. "I heard what is happening. Nothing good has ever come from the Empire's wars. Do not accept the invitation. Do not fight alongside the man-beast! This will not help the people of Udro. You . . . you don't know what is going to happen . . ." Silently, she sets down her butcher's cleaver, covered in bloody entrails, on the table. She turns and leaves with another unceremonious thump of the door.
