the Inn
Nurlan, Tenebrynn, Eanos, and Ashnar follow Abraham into the common room. At this point, Rinaldo is in his room. Mordik presumably follows the others into the common room, but can post otherwise if he wishes.
Abraham lights a lamp and gestures the company to take a seat. "Balmorrow and Martin will be here shortly, I imagine. Anyone for a drink? On the house. I could sure use one." Abraham takes out a bottle of whiskey and a tray of glasses and brings them to the round table. A goose egg bump is now evident on his head.
"Ever here of the Black Hand? Its an assassin's guild. Headquartered here, I think. I've been investigating them on my own. They must have figured this out. Oh, hello."
Glami the bartender walks in the front door, along with Balmorrow the bard and the bearded man in green robes the party has seen here several times before.
"Martin, Balmorrow, I believe you know some of these gentlemen. Only minutes ago, a man entered my room who looked just like me. He attacked me. I can only think that this is the work of the Black Hand. These men have said theey would help if we act against the guild." says Abraham
Balmorrow scowls. "Abraham, I'm glad you survived. But this is a very delicate and dangerous matter. We should discuss it in private first. If your assailant can change his form, he might still be in this room now."