As Issif sits down around the fire, one of the strangers he's been travelling with starts reading the missive out loud.
As he ends, he hears some of them whisper, while others keep silent, to themselves.
"He was no good. No good I tell you", one of the strangers exclaims as he throws the missive in the fire.
One of the old men in the group looks at the stranger, and says with a grin :
"Always got an opinion to share, huh? And how'd you even get ahold of that missive? Some sort of dirty noble, are ya?"
Sensing a fight brewing, Issif gets up, interrupting them. A tense silence takes over.
"Just adding a log, lads. We're almost there. Just one more day"