Final words...

With nothing better to do other than stand around holding onto the extra packs and weapons, Bhalag passes the time by examining the people around him, practicing reading their body language, trying to determine their various traits and occupations.
 

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Also, outside the library

The halflings start tossing dough for more noodles in a strange form of performance cookery, singing as they do about the glory of noodles and how people should talk over a bowl of noodles about the events of their life, attempting to look meaningfully at Bharag as they do.

Veyk, make a Sense Motive check...
 


The lead halfling is attempting to send you a message via the innuendo use of Bluff. Veyk's keen intuitions interpret the message as.

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Hey STOOPID, come over here and make a report before I put a pound of buckwheat noodle dough in your ear!!!
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Perhaps it is the smell of fresh noodles, or the hypnotic nature of the noodle song, or the fact that he hasn't eaten since leaving the Tower's Shard, but Bhalag decides it would be a good time to make an order. It has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with how much he wants to wipe that condescending look off of the halfling's face.
 

The halfling starts you on the daily special without any more ado. There is much chopping and frying, which covers his low-voiced question "You and your friends found anything yet?"
 

Bhalag quietly replies, " No. Two went to investigate some forge, I am not sure of the details. Those I came here with are researching a reference to some secret code, or location number, VI 459 L4. Sound familiar? " while feigning interest in his meal, rubbing his belly and licking his lips hungrily.
 

Zook walksover to the football players and looks at thier stack of books " Hey big fella, I see thats a big stac kof books, I am looking for something, do you mind if i peek at the call numbers" Zook looks to make sure they dont already have the book he is looking for. If they do not ,are the books on the shelves organized in any obvious way?
 

The football players, strapping lads all, look at you as though you're speaking in tongues.

"Nuuuh...Call numpers?" says the first football player in a strong Karnathi accent.

"Ve are not so familiar vith this liprary pusyness..." says the second football player in a strong Karnathi accent.

"You are lookink for somethink?" asks the third football player suspiciously, also in a strong Karnathi accent.

Two more football players come back out of the stacks carrying more Zook-sized loads of books.

It appears the football team is trying to write a paper on the history of Sharn, except for one very confused back with a load of books on the chitin paintings of Xendrik.

The history of Sharn is apparently in the VI 450's, judging from the call numbers. None of the three at the table have VI 459 L4, but the newcomers may.
 

Veyk, outside, with noodles

The halfling shrugs as he hands Bharag a bowl of pepper-prawn noodles.
"Call number, probably. Everybody used the library as a dead-drop during the war."

He sprinkles on some red flakes.

"You need to watch yourself. You left some bodies behind, and they've gone missing. The watch figures someone cleaned up the evidence, like they cleaned up you."
He looks at you very seriously.

"We didn't clean that up. You got any other guardian angels?"
 

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