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Cyrus mused. The K-la woman had told everyone to go find rumors. Then she told them not to drink. But she had dressed up the others in silly costumes. In retrospect he decided the rules were not meant for him. He was not part of their group. “I’m their guardian, ain’t I?” he said aloud. He decided to go find a pub. Four hours later and he was being thrown out of his tenth pub for the evening. Apparently people in Harling had some sore feelings towards dwarves, especially one by the name of Darius. He did not know the poor slob, but he felt sorry for him already. After being booted out of an eleventh, Cyrus crawled over to an alleyway with a bottle of ale he had managed to grab on the way out. Night had fallen by that point, but he did not much care. No one snuck up on a dwarf in the dark.

It was then he heard some familiar voices through a window behind him. Cyrus climbed atop a couple of crates to better listen. Inside was a tavern he had yet to visit. The voices were the same as he had had heard on the ride south.

Originally Posted by I-gore’s & K-la

(I-gore)”…remove all the leaders, manufacture a threat to deal with and county margrave will be begging for competent leaders to help them fore the “enemy” takes them over, then give the hired enemy a quarter of the kingdom as payment. It’s just speculation on my part though, someone else could easily be inside the county now plotting the same thing, with a small mercenary force to "help" him "fight" the "enemy".”

(K-la) “The only theories I had so far concerned the war already going on. Someone interested in making sure it went their way. I was thinking that perhaps we were only still alive because they were hoping we would find whatever it was Elian was talking about in Quasqueton (if it's in the caves or something). Whatever it is, it seems to be something everyone wants. And it must not be the dust because I asked Elian about it. If that were what it was we would know. I think that may be part of the point behind…”

CRASH!! A cat screeched. Cyrus had lost his balance and fallen to the alley’s dirt floor. He cursed noticing his bottle of ale had broken. Not wanting to be found out he took off at a drunken run back into the pub he had crawled out of. Tossing down a drink he spotted on a table he kept on running and dove out a window into another alley. Cyrus knew the breaks. He did not bother turning around while he ran. He just hoped the man and woman had not seen him. It took a little while, but he finally found some of the group he was protecting near the city gate.

Originally Posted by Kayla

Late in the evening Kayla, discreetly as possible, approached each of the party members and told them, "I managed to secure what is believed to be a safe place to stay for the evening." She gave each of them directions to the house and continued, "Please meet me there later, I need to talk to everyone. Oh & please be sure to keep up your disguises & keep as low a profile as possible. And by all means, when you come to the house please be sure that no one is following you."

Kayla brought Darius to the abandoned townhouse early. She told him of a slander which was ripe throughout the city. Apparently Darius was thought of as cruel and greedy. She had heard a dozen variations herself. All said that he, Darius, was really in charge of the Keep. She had yet to hear anything about his arrival in Harling, but she had sent Igor out to learn more. She thought it best they went back to the Keep however and abdicated their positions like Father Ben. Darius urgently wanted to leave, but not this way. Before he got a chance to answer Kayla however, Dram, his father, and Ormand walked in. For being late evening Dram seemed very wide-awake. Most of the remainder of the team trickled in during the next hour. Only Igor and Dalin were missing.