Trouble in Tristor?

Scene Setting: The Shining Light Tavern

The tavern is dimly lit, with the warm glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls. The air is filled with the murmur of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. Shade McNightshade sits in a corner booth, his cowl pulled low over his face, blending into the shadows. Two members of the city watch sit at a nearby table, their voices hushed but urgent.

City Watchman 1: (leaning in, voice low) "Did you hear about the sightings near Tristor?"

City Watchman 2: (nodding, glancing around) "Aye, some say they’ve seen ghostly apparitions. Spirits of ancient warriors, if the rumors are to be believed."

City Watchman 1: (taking a sip of ale) "I heard they died defending the region long ago. Now they're trying to warn us of some impending danger."

City Watchman 2: (shaking his head) "Spirits and ghosts... it's hard to believe. But too many folks are talking about it for it to be nothing."

City Watchman 1: (serious tone) "My cousin in Tristor swears he saw one himself. Says it was like a shadow, but twice the size of a normal man, wearing a warrior’s armor and a great cloak.

City Watchman 2: (leaning back, thoughtful) "Twice the size of a normal man, you say? If these spirits are real, what could they be warning us about?"

City Watchman 1: (shrugging) "Could be anything. Bandits, orc raiders, something worse. We need to be prepared, just in case."

City Watchman 2: (nodding) "I’ll spread the word. We should keep an eye out for anything unusual. Better safe than sorry."

City Watchman 1: "Agreed. Let's finish up here and head back. We need to be on alert."

City Watchman 2: "Right. Last thing we need is for something to catch us off guard."