Following on Galwynn's heels, a dark haired young man comes in, with hood up against the misting rain. "I still say Arngrim didn't seem very grateful," he says. "I know he didn't see what we went through, and yes, the money was good, but he didn't really even care to learn what happened in Grenton, and there we were, most of us injured, covered in cuts and burns. If you ask me, he's jealous of Thyrin's connection with his master. Whom we didn't get to see. Perhaps we would have passed on embarrassing information, eh? Did you ever wonder if those thieves were working alone - or to orders? And whose, huh? No, I'm just offering it up for discussion."
As no one seems to be listening to his chatter, he sweeps his cloak off and hangs it to dry in a corner.
"Keldar, Keldar Warbray, the conquering hero retur- Where in enworld is everyone?"