Father Smith nods slightly. "Ah. Yes, I've heard of you three. I'm glad you dropped by." He glances back towards the other monks, then continues: "We have a problem. This morning we discovered that twenty-three barrels of wine have gone missing out of our cellar." He indicates the artificial hill behind him. "They all seem to have been rolled down a newly opened tunnel leading down into the ground beneath the cellar. As far as we can tell there were half a dozen thieves involved; all of whom wore hobnailed boots of some kind." He pauses, then adds: "Happily for my faith in my flock there are only two pairs of such boots in this community, and both are too large for the tracks we found. We checked."
"This leaves us with only one obvious option to both find out who is responsible and possibly recover our wine; to explore the tunnel and see where it might lead. If anywhere. Would you three be willing to do this?"