As Barns and Clancy arrive at Dimartino, there's not a soul in sight - except for Underhill. He stands at the docks, pensive - as if he is waiting for them specifically.
Clancy hops onto the dock from the water, and Barns climbs up after him. He waves happily to Underhill, but after seeing the sneaky merchant's face, he suddenly feels a wave of anxiety wash over him.
"Clothes, sir," Underhill says, handing Barns a pile of well-fitted armor. "We have a visitor. I hate to ask this of you, boss man, but you need to go to the castle."
"What? Who?" Barns asks, accepting the gear. It's lightweight, reinforced armor from the Artisans and Adventurer Guild's combined efforts. The type of clothing one would go to war in, not exactly something for greeting a 'visitor'.
