'There's a pair of fine gentlemen, Mr. Larkspur and Mr. Hawkling, what have taken up residence at Adso Haybank's camp, along the Great East Road north of the Old Forest.

'Yes, sir, fine gentlemen indeed! Hunters of game, great and small. Last time they were through here, Mr. Hawkling asked me to procure them a bit of pipe-weed.

'If you'd be so kind, deliver this cask to them with all due haste. I'm sure Mr. Hawkling will tip you if you're quick about it.'