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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 4426368" data-attributes="member: 29098">-IN THE HOSTEL-As Zirat and Deren make a show of getting progressively drunker, the time slowly passes as night moves on like a horse drawn cart. As it gets later, the folk that you take to be villagers slowly filter out of the place, and the harder crowd comes in. Men and woman that have the look of soldiers, raiders and bandits. Nobody give Zirat or Deren more than a passing glance though as they go about their own business.Shoon buys drinks for the bard, who is more than happy to tell the monk about his past exploits. Shoon can tell that the bard is more enamored with himself than any of the women he becomes "involved" with, and he certainly likes to brag about it. Between tales of his exploits with boxum and fair women from across the breadth of the Flanaess,he points out flaws that Shoon should correct. "You really need to invest in handsome wardrobe, my friend," he suggests. "You have no style, no flare. I know a fine tailor in nearby Hommlet that I can introduce you too!" The bard laughs and continues his tales. While the man's stories are certainly entertaining, sometimes humorous, and not altogether believable, few contain any real detail, and after an hour or more in the bard's presence, Shoon is no closer to discovering if this man knows Anemone than he was before.-IN THE BARN-As Merrick and Ciaran sleep, Aeron takes the first watch, settling in where he has a fine view of the barn's doors and can hear what is going on in the yard beyond. The night is mostly quiet, and all Aeron hears is the conversation and laughter of the hostel's patrons as they come and go.</blockquote>

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