Quickleaf
Legend
GM POST
"Weeks ago?" Scramsax scratches his beard, thinking a moment. His waitstaff casts an exasperated look at the barkeep and Russet as they've no more countertop room to place washed plates and tankards. "I believe so, but she comes and goes a lot. Doubly so since the last of the caravans stopped two months past. Torrga... and her pirate bodyguard... one of the Folcey boys as I mentioned... a man who looked to be of the Reghed tribes... and two men I couldn't place."
Thinking a moment longer, Scramsax strokes his moustache. "Come to think of it, there was something odd. It was just a little thing. Torrga had two rooms upstairs, one for herself and one for her guards. When my staff went in to change the bedding, I overheard that in the four-bed room the guards stayed at only three of the beds were tousled as if someone slept in them. The fourth was completely untouched."
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Thinking a moment longer, Scramsax strokes his moustache. "Come to think of it, there was something odd. It was just a little thing. Torrga had two rooms upstairs, one for herself and one for her guards. When my staff went in to change the bedding, I overheard that in the four-bed room the guards stayed at only three of the beds were tousled as if someone slept in them. The fourth was completely untouched."
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