‘My name is Tymander Small,’ he said, ‘part of our Town Council. Here on my right is Captain Barghest of our guard, and on my left is His Radiant Servant, Tremak.’

Tymander indicated the larger, well-built man on his right, with flowing grey hair and a goatee to match over a ruddy complexion, and then to the man on his left, a smaller but slightly fatter man with a thin nose and overly ostentatious clothing and jewelery to match.

‘Between Barghest, Tremak and myself we represent the fortunes of our town, and always have a keen interest in, uhm, “visitors”. Don't fear,’ he smiled, ‘you are not prisoners nor are you under any obligations, however, there are a number of items you could help us clarify.’

‘I am no mayor, simply part of our Town Council. I speak on behalf of our economic interests, Captain Barghest on our security, and Tremak on our religious and moral well-being.’