About this time, a well dressed man walks downstairs and approaches the bar. He approaches the bar equidistant from both the party and the drunkard at the other end. Breg immediately hurries over to the man and bows slightly.
"I'll have my dinner up in my room again, Breg." the man says, in a condescending tone. "And I'll have a glass of that Southafren wine, also."
"Yes, very good sir." Breg answers as he hurriedly gets the wine and heads back to the kitchen.
He glances down towards the drunkard and sniffs once in disapproval, before turning and looking down towards the party. He only looks for a second before facing back towards the front. He starts slightly, and turns back to look at the party, more closely examining your gear and obvious signs of recent travel. Everyone easily notices that he looks surprised for a few seconds before covering it up with a look of cool disinterest.
When Breg returns after a minute or two, the man beckons Breg closer and holds a hurried whispered conversation with him.
[sblock=Listen DC 15, to overhear]"And who would these fresh arrivals be?"
"They seem to be investors, sir. They said they were in the area to find out more about the mines."
"Really? Hmmm, they seem to be well armed for investors. Have they asked any questions about our recent problems?"
"Just a few, sir."[/sblock]
"I think I'll have my food down in the common tonight Breg."
