Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Lyra stares at the little man and tries to decipher what he is saying. It takes a moment for her to realise that he is speaking her own language, albeit with a very funny accent. "Ah, I'm sorry son, but we too are strangers in the city. I have only heard that the patron of this tavern is looking for hired muscle to keep the peace during this tournament. The blot however, as I was just telling my friend here, the bones have fallen in a very ominous pattern. I am here to seek more information about it myself."