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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1400646" data-attributes="member: 8623">Jaan approaches the group of fiveor so caravan guards loosely circling a small fire.  They’re chatting idly as he approaches, most sparing him at least a nod of greeting.  There's brief pause, and then a short stocky man spits in his palm and sticks out his hand for a shake.  His head is completely devoid of hair and he has both a longsword and a dagger at his belt.  He smiles jovially, although it doesn't totally reach his eyes.  "I'm Rown.  Kiel and I," he jerks his left hand to a half elf of average height and build, who gives you an expressionless nod, "came down that way today, plus a few.  Through the forest.  Why'dyou ask?"Meanwhile, Ioleta enters the inn to see Tylkin, his dinner finished, idly sipping a glass of wine.  He doesn't rise this time, simply gesturing her to a seat, and waves the serving girl over with a meal equal to his home.  As Ioleta begins to eat and drink, he opens with a casual, disinterested inquiry.  "Have you been in Orussus long?"</blockquote>