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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1566847" data-attributes="member: 8243">Behind the Old Gumps houseA man pokes his head out of the stable. He glances around until he notices Hewik He raises his hands, palm up, in a questioning shrug.In the Three Bells common roomThere are a couple of arrivals as you eat.The first is a group men. Local craftsmen it looks like. They take a table on the opposite side of the room from the Bremen. One of the Bremen makes a quiet comment and there is a burst of laughter from their table. One of the Bremen howls and snarls like a wolf. The rest thump the table. The craftsmen at the other table shift nervously in their seats, and mutter amoung themselves. One of them moves to get up but another puts a hand on his arm with a shake of his head.The second arrival strides directly across the room to where the Bremen sit, and clambers up onto the bench, and from there sits on the table. Clambers, because even for a halfling he is small - barely 3 feet. He wears the same armour and gear as the Bremen though, and it is soon obvious that he is one of them. He obviously has news, for they quickly fall into a discussion. They make no effort to hide the topic, they are talking about you and the days events. Only, they don't know that its you they are talking about. But from the looks in your direction, you suspect that they suspect that that they are.</blockquote>