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<blockquote data-quote="Toric_Arthendain" data-source="post: 5698835" data-attributes="member: 9833">Mysthyr waited patiently at a table in the corner of the Half and Human.&nbsp; Muzdin was late and Myst was already halfway into his third drink.&nbsp; His coin was going to dry up quickly at this rate.&nbsp; It was just like the dwarf to keep him waiting.&nbsp; Myst figured he'd be broke by the time he left the tavern this evening.&nbsp; He'd need at least a few more drinks to get through the inevitable debate that he knew he'd end up in with Muzdin about their respective faiths.The cleric took another sip of his ale and then heard a woman speaking somewhat loudly behind him.&nbsp; Turning in his chair, he spotted an older woman standing by a table where a member of the local militia was sitting.&nbsp; He didn't recognize either at first and then realized that he knew the old woman as the foster mother of a young woman named Anna.“My Anna was taken two nights ago! I told you! Have you even looked for her?”The militiaman looked annoyed to be bothered.&nbsp; Likely he was off duty.&nbsp; “Crazy old woman. Everyone knows she was just looking to get away from you. She always talked about going to see the Empire,&quot; the man replied.Anna's foster mother shook her head negatively.&nbsp; She appeared on the verge of losing control.&nbsp; Her hands made fists at her sides and she was shaking with anger.Myst stood up and approached the two, clearing his throat to make his presence known.&nbsp; &quot;Excuse me.&nbsp; If I may intrude, why is it that you think Anna was taken and by whom do you believe she was taken?&quot; he asked the old woman.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Toric_Arthendain, post: 5698835, member: 9833"] Mysthyr waited patiently at a table in the corner of the Half and Human. Muzdin was late and Myst was already halfway into his third drink. His coin was going to dry up quickly at this rate. It was just like the dwarf to keep him waiting. Myst figured he'd be broke by the time he left the tavern this evening. He'd need at least a few more drinks to get through the inevitable debate that he knew he'd end up in with Muzdin about their respective faiths. The cleric took another sip of his ale and then heard a woman speaking somewhat loudly behind him. Turning in his chair, he spotted an older woman standing by a table where a member of the local militia was sitting. He didn't recognize either at first and then realized that he knew the old woman as the foster mother of a young woman named Anna. “My Anna was taken two nights ago! I told you! Have you even looked for her?” The militiaman looked annoyed to be bothered. Likely he was off duty. “Crazy old woman. Everyone knows she was just looking to get away from you. She always talked about going to see the Empire," the man replied. Anna's foster mother shook her head negatively. She appeared on the verge of losing control. Her hands made fists at her sides and she was shaking with anger. Myst stood up and approached the two, clearing his throat to make his presence known. "Excuse me. If I may intrude, why is it that you think Anna was taken and by whom do you believe she was taken?" he asked the old woman. [/QUOTE]

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