Garsin headed toward the small town he had passed earlier. Upon arriving, he had found the reason his bear hunting trip was unfruitful. He sighed, staring at Marianne's catch, blaming his constant bad timing. Something like that would have him set for weeks should he be able to sell the pelts. He was able to pack some of the boar meat away in his gear, but he had nothing to carry the rest of the meat back with. He did have the tusks and pelt from it, however, and was willing to see if he could make some use of it. He decided to look for the local quest board. If there was one in this small refuge, he wagered that it would be in front of the tavern