With the evening of May 3rd, the sky clears and the rain, at last, stops completely. You hear that the prince and burghermeister finally did ride out this afternoon with a contingent, to head south.
You've had your dinner and all of you are lounging in the common room in a tavern near Engelhart's grandfather's, discussing matters and plans. At this point a man will enter, looking haggard and worn. There is blood on his face from a cut on his forehead. He is dirty and wet, apparently ~ from his appearance ~ gotten in the forest outside of the city. You'd judge him to be in his late 40s.
He begins by speaking with the tap-master at the bar, but loud enough to be heard and very quickly afterwards the room grows silent.
"We were attacked," he explains. "There were nine of us. We had gone searching for five cows that had gone missing from the Sandvik farm ~ Evard Sandvik, his brother Tom, four hands of his farm and three hands from mine. They came on us at a rush and none of us had proper weapons."
His hands begin to shake as a tap master puts an ale in his hand. He gulps and then says, "I fought on the continent in '38, when we met goblins out of the Black Forest. I've seen kobalds. And once, near Augsburg, we went underground and I saw troglodytes. But I've never seen these things, never heard of them."
He drinks some more. "They were frogs, standing on their hind legs like men. Couldn't have been more than a 110, 120 lbs each. Starved, that's how they looked. They fell on us like demons. There must have been twenty, twenty-five of them, with razors for claws. They came out of the air, leapin' at us like frogs, tearing us to pieces in less than a minute.
"I only survived because one of them knocked me on the head with a rock. I fell, slid down the hillside and into a pond. I could hear them screaming above me. I swam to the shore and began running; I ran until I got to the Randaberg. Then I came here."
"There's no guards outside of town," he explains. Several people explain that the burghermeister took a lot of guards south. "Well, there ought to be guards. Ain't no wall in Stavanger. There ought to be guards. Whatever's out there, they took Sandvik's cattle and they attacked us. There must be more of them. I don't know where they've come from."
The tavern begins talking about the farms that were attacked, about the other rumors that have been heard. The party learns that this attack took place near the north end of Store Stokka, just south of Randaberg, to the west.