"Oh aye, ifenne it ain't masters Joe and Zed. What brings you round to my neck o' the woods?" a deep grumbly voice is heard in the clearing, it's owner, a sturdy looking Dwarf, walks out of some nearby shrubs. "Why don't you two and your friend over there come over to my Inn, there's a couple of people who would love to see you again Zed." 

"We can't go until everyone Fedora-man sent with those two show up, Snarfulblast." Zed turns around to face the Dwarf.