Trouvere
Explorer
Conuld staggers and takes a seat at the bar. "Oh, perhaps some of the great heroes of the past were archmages. I am not sure there are any these days – archmages, not heroes. Even Rilithorne, as powerful as he is, is not truly an archmage. And I… well, my spell formulae are still just chicken-scratchings." He shrugs. "You look well, Cludge, more… more you. Are… are you sure that that drink is… safe in pints?" He makes a hand gesture with finger and thumb very close together to Joe. He receives his considerable smaller drink from the barman, and swallows a little, dubiously. "It's... warming," he says, after a long moment during which his face reddens. "No need to shout for the others… I’ll have a look around upstairs, see if anyone is there, in a minute." Conuld braces himself and finishes the remainder of his beverage. He goes upstairs. Shortly he returns. "No sign of any of them," he says. "I did see a rather unusual little elf lady. She was in a room talking to a taller stranger cloaked and hooded from head to foot. Rather unseasonable garb, particularly for indoors. When she saw me coming, she told him to close the door. Oh well. Strange folk for a strange inn. No offence, Joe. You know what I mean."
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I mentioned it when she entered, and Rinya does now have a greatsword, as well as upgrading a couple of other things. She ditched the longspear, she hauled that damn thing around for two adventures and didn't use it once. 
