This was also the information Ben had already gathered: "What about everyone else, are they going to cause us trouble? I don't trust those mercenaries outside."
"Lord, you can rest easy about that. Very few people go north into the forest, and most of the mercenaries passing through here are actually headed to Lantoniyan."
Ben nodded. At least so far this guy hadn't lied. He narrowed his eyes and asked again, "What about merchants? Isn't this the season when fur merchants should be entering the forest to buy goods from Hunters? Wouldn't they hire mercenaries to go in?"
"Lord, you really know your stuff," a few fine beads of sweat appeared on the innkeeper's bald pate. "But at this time of year there still aren't many people; it's nothing to worry about. Besides, most of them are merchants who keep to the rules."
