Some grim barbarians are sitting near the bonfire, speaking in low voices and casting sidelong glances toward

Some grim barbarians are sitting near the bonfire, speaking in low voices and casting sidelong glances toward the tomb entrance. Noticing you, one of them reaches for his weapon out of habit, but he catches himself and instead pats the space on the log beside him. "Greetings, traveler! Come, have a seat! Don't suppose you've heard anything about the battle between the Tiger Lords and Restov, have you? Who won? How did it go?"