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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mattress" data-source="post: 2512980" data-attributes="member: 35801">AthelstanAthelstanAfter overhearing the mutterings and accusations of the old men at the table nearby, Athelstan motions to the barmaid as she continues to prepare things in the Inn for the evening. While waiting for her to get across the room to him, Athelstan thinks I wonder if they... no, no. They couldn't have seen under my cloak. Yet that flash of lightening as we came in and the way they looked at us... they couldn't have seen, could they? The light in here is much too selective. A fire there, a few candles there. Nothing that will help their eyes see too sharply. Besides, whatever the light doesn't fix, the free-flowing spirits in here should finish off. I'm fine. It's okay. Just... calm down, there. No one sees anything.Athelstan secures his cloak around his body as best as he can while sitting in his rickety seat without noticing he's doing it.When the barmaid approaches him, he clears his throat of the silence that has filled it since entering the Inn and quietly, but distinctly asks ""Not to be a bother, but might there be some bread left from dinner I could persuade you to deliver my way? I'm afraid that delicious stew didn't bed my appetite down quite as much as I'd hoped."</blockquote>