First message
You and the lads sit in the tavern ‘round the crackling fire listening to Brom spin his yarns when Old Lod bursts through the door
You gotta help me boys! It’s my youngest, he’s gone missing while playing near the forest! Please fellas we gotta find him!
Brom rises to his feet ready to he the hero—he looks to you a hint of a challenge in his expression as he gulps down his pint of ale
We’ll find him Old Lod, don’t worry! Who’s comin’ with me?!!