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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1605473" data-attributes="member: 6521">Downstairs:Hiritus accompanies Fendric as he goes to sell off the weapons; he takes the liberty of inquiring with the innkeep about a nearby smith, and he points out Gilter, an far from shaven man sitting at one of the card tables."Weapons to sell?" he asks on your approach, not turning from his hand. "Just one second." He moves six large stacks of platinum forward, his eyes fixed on the gnome sitting across the table. "You may have caught me at a very good or a very bad time for that, depending on what Ghant here shows..."Upstairs:It takes a bit of a wait for Niccolo to get his brew -- Mengan's quite busy with other customers, one of whom stands out: A man in his middle thirties, wearing fine chainmail, his long brown hair tied back neatly, a tightly kept beard on his face. Though world-weary and even a bit out of shape, there's still something almost radiant about him... It's hard to decide if he seems more like a younger Exantrius, or an older Hiritus -- perhaps he's simply somewhere between the two.(Niccolo should make Spot & Listen checks at this point.)The bath:The room is full and alive with conversation, arguments definitely. Three older men, all showing scars and signs of wear themselves, are having a heated debate about a topic which may seem too familiar by this point: The wars to the East."...it would be a foolish waste. It's not our problem." ... "If they cross the pass, they'll hit Eivanrach first." ... "Then fight 'em when they get here, or move to Galmad." ... "They'll be stronger by the time they get here." ... "They'll be hurting. A week in those mountains takes a toll an army." ... "Maybe Cender should deal with the orcs?" ...</blockquote>

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