ooc: Unless someone interrupts him...
Alvar nods to Fewtrell, and the halfling gathers up his pile of papers with a practiced flick and stows it in an oil-sealed leather box. "If there are any further questions, please contact Fewtrell through my offices at the north end of Merchant Street. Thank you for your time, and I hope to see you again soon, with a certain urn." With that, he sweeps out of the room, with Fewtrell following close behind. For a moment, you can hear the bustle of the inn's common room before the door swings shut and the room is silent.