Travellers from south
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_A caravan from south passes by Norwick on its way north, and while the merchants stop briefly to feed and drink the animals and to stretch their legs, a grizzled and slightly plump but still very fit-looking Hin in plate mail strolls around the barbarian town glancing curiously around. He seems to know his way around rather well, and those who have lived here over 15 years might remember seeing him around before.
The elderly Hin is not seen asking about for any rumours, and when the caravan pushes on towards the Nars Pass, he once again sits in the first wagon with a readied bow next to him and with a warm smile on his slightly wrinkled face._
