The old ratcatcher strolled through the main street of the city, tipping his worn old tophat to the ladies he passed, while a tan and white terrier followed faithfully behind.

He whistled out of tune and seem to veer slightly to one side every now again until correcting himself. Jimmy have been spreading word that he needed help removing some weeds from his barn. Thus far he had visited all the taverns as word spread quicker there then anywhere else in Loghedge and he couldn't pop in without having a sip or two of the local brew.

So far his efforts have been in vain and nobody was willing to go into the forest, so Jimmy was on the look out for his friend Alex, one man to help was better then none and so he made his way to the last tavern in town, one that ordinary gentlemen usually avoided. The paint on the name had worn away and never repainted for so long Jimmy and many other punters have long forgotten what it was called. Paint can be expensive to buy.

"The Longbow." He muttered standing outside, he was sure that was it's name. Or the Black Knight some swear it was that once, but the place has been sold on so many times the name has just been lost in the paperwork.

"Anyone lookin' fer work? I pay in cash, it's an easy job in the forest." He leaned into the door to open and called in. But only grumblings were his reply.