Just as they were going to return to their lodgings at the Smoking Log, a young man stopped them. His tabard depicted a grey stone on a green hill, the Flints of the Mountain if Ralph remembered correctly, but that was hardly the most eye-catching detail. No, while the young man was about six feet tall, his shoulders were twice as wide as those of a normal man, and his arms and legs were bulging with muscle, reminding the Lord of Bronzegate of tree trunks. If anyone could have contested in strength with the Mountain That Rode, it would be the man in front of him.