"Keldar Warbray, definitely Keldar Warbray. You see, we came in here knowing only that somewhere there's a gang of thieves associated with architects. Meaning no disrespect, we didn't know who here might be one of them. So I was a little roundabout, I admit. If we spoke to the wrong person and alarmed him and he set assassins on our trail, then, you see, they'd go looking at the Red Dragon Inn, with a description of a devilishly handsome Lokin Barn-swill, and a mysterious beautiful woman, and a beer barrel-bellied dwarf, and an unkempt half-orc, and so on, but when they got there, they'd find the real Lokin, who is indeed a lascivious ne'er-do-well, but couldn't possibly be called handsome by any stretch of the imagination, and they'd be baffled and thrown off the path, and we'd be forewarned and forearmed."
Keldar coughs and looks embarrassed. "Look, the trouble with trying to keep ten steps ahead of everyone else is sometimes you end up walking in a circle."