[@BKburke]  The sun was low on the horizon by this time and the man Jason approached was a stern, hawkish man, sporting a long mustache and fierce eyes, probably about 50 winters in age.  "Not back yet," he answered, pausing his task of stacking wood next to a large brazier to extend a hand toward the newcomer.  The village was small enough that the man didn't need to guess that Jason had come from the ship.  "I'm Nothan," he said.   "The constable and a few others from your ship left this morning to see if they could find the beast's lair."  He glanced toward the sun.  "I'd expect 'em back soon... at least I hope," he couldn't hide the worry in his voice.