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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4724235" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 15“So I met up with a merchant in Fallcrest, who was headed here,” Mara said, her eyes traveling over the inhabitants of the common room.  “I hired on as a guard, but we didn’t get along, and when I arrived at the Hall, the Halfmoons put me up in exchange for some security work.”It was noticeably quieter now, with only about a dozen people scattered at tables and in booths around the place.  Jaron supposed that the residents of a place like this probably picked an arbitrary “night” that may or may not have any correlation to the cycles of the sun in the world above.  The three of them—Jaron, Mara, and Beetle—had a wall to themselves, the curtains pulled back from the nook to give them a clear view to the door.  Carzen and Gez had already retired, but Vhael and Gral had not yet returned from their errand.“Good bread,” Beetle said, his words barely discernable through a full mouth.  He smiled, and Mara smiled back at him.  “It’s mostly made up of mushrooms and lichens,” she said, making a face, but Beetle took another slice, cramming in into his mouth to join the remnants already there. She looked up at Jaron.  “These Bloodreavers you’re looking for… I’m still finding my way around this place, but I’ve heard enough to know that they’re bad news.  Are you sure about this?”“They took my people,” Jaron said simply.  He hadn’t eaten much, and he pushed a bit of bread around on his place as he spoke, distracted.Mara nodded.  “I understand.”Jaron looked up.  “We could use your swords.” “Sthords,” Beetle echoed, his mouth still full. The fighter shook her head.  “It’s not my fight.  Anyway, it looks like you guys picked up some new muscle.  And you’ve got a wizard now, you say?”“Dorf,” Beetle mumbled around the bread. “They’re all right, I suppose,” Jaron said.  “And Commander Vhael seems to know what he…”He trailed off at the change in Mara’s face.  “Vhael?  K’rol Vhael is with you?”“Well, he’s not here, but yes, he’s in charge of the expedition, he’s working for the lord that sent us here.  Why, do you know him?”“You could say that, I suppose.  Yes, you could say that, seeing as he killed my father.”She got up, roughly, the hilt of her shortsword catching on the lip of the table.  She nearly tore the table free of its moorings as she pulled away.  “I wish you the best of luck, Jaron, I really do.  I hope you find your people.”“Mara, I—” But the fighter had already walked away, disappearing through the low doorway into the back of the inn before Jaron could say anything further.  “Secrets,” Beetle whispered. Jaron nodded, not sure what was going on.</blockquote>

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