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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mark" data-source="post: 132374" data-attributes="member: 5">Haggerty and Arim approached the northwest end of the warehouse to question the workers there.  Most were toiling quite hard this early in the day, but a few had taken advantage of the lack of supervision to seat themselves on some crate and pass around a bottle.At the Town Watchman's approach, the three lay-abouts snickered under their breath.  One of them raises a cautioning hand to his fellows in indication that he will handle things.  Rising from his perch, he moves forward to Haggerty and asks a question of his own.  "Who's asking?"At the southeastern end of the building, Danmor and Arthael began to question several men who were busy repairing the near corner of the roof.  Apparently some of the shingles had been loosed by a past storm and the ends of the beams beneath had started to rot away.  Two glanced up at the insistent tone the acolyte had taken with them but went back to their task.  The third, seeing that his mates weren't going to take heed, made his way to a nearby ladder and descended.Walking up to Danmor and Arthael he answered the query, "We've only been working this morning and Master Zelper was here when we arrived at dawn.  He didn't look well, to my eyes, and might have been at the bottle again, if you'll pardon my saying so.  He must have walked off while we were busy, for I haven't seen him since.  I heard his daughter ask after him not long ago, over by those cargo handlers," he says pointing down toward where Haggerty and Arim are, "but I could not hear any of the exchange between them beyond that."He stands patiently expecting further questions and the two party members notice a pendent of wood hanging from the leather thong about his neck.  The crossed swords and shield of Darien the Guardian, Danmor's Faith, peeks out them between the laces of his shirt born on a simple, peasant's ward.</blockquote>

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