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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3434792" data-attributes="member: 11760">Emmerson closes his eyes and tries to concentrate despite the din in the tavern. He opens his eyes and finds Hazel still looking for Bufer."I seem to recall him being close to Renraw, Katadid and two humans I've never seen before. Perhaps they know where he is or where he went," he says loudly."Well, Kat and Renraw aren't here," Hazel says, as she elbows her brother so he'll stop staring at the constable's scar. "What'd the other folks look like and are any of them about?""One human had a dark cloak and a green shirt. The other one I didn't get a good look at, but Tock was standing next to them, so you may want to find him first. Tock should be around here, since it's close to the contest's starting time.""Thanks, Emmerson." Hazel threads her way through the crowd toward the bar, spotting the bard there. "Hey, Tock, you seen your cousin Kat around? Maybe with Bufer and some stranger?"Reed takes advantage of his big sister's distraction to climb onto a recently vacated barstool and gulp a half-finished ale. He knocks the mug on the bar to get Milos' attention."I'll have another one of these.""I saw Kat outside. He was running around or mumbling or whatever it is he does." Tock looks down at Reed. "Whiskey for me and the boy here."Hazel counts silently to 10 before turning around and yanking her brother off the barstool."No whiskey for him, thanks. Good luck in the contest, Tock."As she drags Reed out the door, Hazel attracts a few curious stares from bar patrons catching a word or two of her constant muttering."... nice frilly lace hat ... get some chains from the store ... try climbing rooftops in those ... hope she sticks you with a thousand tiny needles ... build a sturdy cage in the yard ...."Once outside, she searches for Kat and Bufer, stopping various townsfolk and asking if they've seen the white-haired Leach boy or that gnome cleric who can talk a cask of ale dry.Stotch belts back the remaining whiskey. He pulls a piece of parchment from his bag, a quill, and some ink. After several minutes, he folds the parchment, takes a candle from the bar top, seals it shut, then puts it in a fold in his cape."Tock, I need a hand, if you will.""What do you need, new guy?""I need to borrow some clothes. Nothing much: a vest and a hat, perhaps.""I keep some nearby," Tock says. He leans over and whispers some directions into Stotch's ear. As the other man excuses himself and slips out of The Cat & The Fiddle, Tock turns back to Ragglus. "Hey, Rags. Interested in some fun and maybe seeing another tussle?""Always in the mood for a scrap," Ragglus answers, pausing to down the rest of his mug's contents then burp. "Whatcha got in mind?""Well," Tock replies, "Help me spread a rumor that Argus Glangirn is braggin' on his plan to play a song that makes fools of all the rival dwarves?""Oh, that sounds lovely." Ragglus grins. "I can do mah part, but if your plannin' on lighting a fire under them Farrin arses, best if the rumor comes from anyone but me. A couple of them Farrin boys got themselves a big beef. Their kin ain't likely in a mood to listen to anythin' I gots to say.""Don't worry: I have a plan." The bard beams and, despite knowing better, Ragglus leans forward to listen.</blockquote>

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