Alendar, having joined the group along with Alexis, whispers quite softly. "We got a lot." He sets a gold peice on the table. Then next to it he holds up first three fingers, another three fingers, and then nine fingers. "That many more of those. I think we should keep quite about that, especially in here.
As the group spends the next few hours in the Feral Dog, they manage to learn a little bit, despite the relatively early time of day. Tirra has been seen as recently as yesterday. Those that you speak to haven't seemed to notice anything different, suggesting that the seasoned adventurers have found exactly what everyone expected them to find: nothing. However, they have, apparently, not yet given up, as the she-elf is curretly absent.