My, how the time flies...
You find that settling in to Daggerford is easy, and you can't say that you've met one local who isn't a nice person. Despite your adventuring itch, you can see how people would be happy to call this a home. While you have been getting integrated with the Troop and town, you've found it a bit odd that you have yet to see one key personage in town in the two weeks you've been here. When you ask about it, people don't seem to notice, or don't care. Usually you get comments like "Well, this place is growing, and they spend a lot of time forging ties with Waterdeep, or strengthening them with Secomber or the local holds. Can never have too many friends, right?" Or some people just don't notice. With the first signs of fall in the air, the focus is on tending crops, and gathering food for man and beast for the upcoming winter.
Due to shorthanded Troop strength, you are asked to pull a couple days of guard duty in your fist two days on the job. You find it to be fairly mundane, and aside from a drunk farmer who had passed out in front of the Happy Cow Tavern, and a lame horse that needed tending, that is the bulk of your excitement. You have all basically concluded that this is a good way to recoup between adventures, and a good way to earn some extra coin and gather rumors. So for the time being, you all agree that this isn't too bad of a gig.
While you all are out doing your own thing, you do tend to converge on the inn to have an ale or chat, or just soak in the atmosphere. You find that despite only being a "resident" for two weeks, the town has embraced you, and treats you like one of the family.
You are all gathered at the inn one evening, with no plans for the next couple of days, when a familiar sight, Sgt. Schultz, comes through the door, attired in his obligatory studded leather (you all swear that you've never seen him not in uniform... he's a nice fellow, but all about the business of guarding the city. He in fact knows MUCH... not NUTHINK. You like him, but wouldn't say he's a friend.) He approaches your table, much like the first night you were in the city, and he grimaces slightly, saying... "Uhh... sorry to ask you this, but Alfred and his squad have been called to Secomber to assist in guarding an official caravan bound to Waterdeep. They will be accompanying it only part of the way there, but that leaves us short on guards this week." He sheepishly looks at you all and says, "Would you all mind pulling duty? I'll put you on the wall, nothing going on there. A couple days and WHAM! you'll have a week off." He smiles weakly and says "what do you say? "What's the worst that could happen?"