Rattlebones walked trough the streets of the human city. He lied to the gate guard, telling him he was a travelling monk. They were a little bit suspicious that an old man would travel and survive alone but he did not seem dangerous so they let him in. Little did they know. As a forestling he did not know that much about human citys, but he knew where to get information. Humans loved drinking.
Slowly, like an old man would, Rattlebones approached a tavern. [i]Kings stone kettle[/i] was written above its door. The Witchdoctor had never understood why the humans had to make names for everything and everyplace. Rattlebones opened the door to the tavern and a incredible stench was in the air. He took a deep breath and walked to a person who looked like the owner. "I am looking for a swallow."