In [[Easthaven]] town, either you see or heard that a big Goliath stopped some robbery. If you approach him he will tell his side: A group of bandits raided the storage barn on the eastern edge of the settlement. They loaded their arms with grain sacks and ran for the treeline. [[Pleic Holdir]] was crouched outside the barn door, trying to retie his boot, a complicated task that required his full attention and both hands. The first bandit tripped over him and went down hard. The second tripped over the first. By the time the third arrived, the pile had already sorted itself into a tangle of cursing men and spilled grain. [[Pleic Holdir]] looked up from his boot. The bandits looked at [[Pleic Holdir]]. [[Pleic Holdir]] looked at his boot. Someone ran for help. The bandits were taken. The grain was saved. A farmer called [[Pleic Holdir]] a hero before anyone could explain what had actually happened. The tale grows with time becoming bigger and bigger.