Silvanon
Lurking in the shadows of the darkest booth, enjoying the momentary privacy and solace, the elf is jolted back to reality as a large man sits down across from him, followed quickly by a few more bodies.
"What the..." he barely is able to blurt out.
He quickly realizes the man did not even notice him.
As the tale of woe unfolds, replete with undead, ransom, and treachery, he cannot help but wonder why each time he steps into this tavern -- and only this tavern in Sharn, do strange quests present themselves.
"I gotta think 'bout finding a new place in this town," he thinks to himself.
He eyes the others at the table,"some sort of lizardish woman, a dwarf, and is that.... that warforged from the mark expedition with that foul human?
"Hmmm, kind of looks like it. Well, at least he can be trusted not to mouth off."
He watches the others while he says,"How handsomely are you talking?"