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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2843096" data-attributes="member: 37105">"Yesh, Cohmaahw!" Naomi calls around bites.The captain's cabin is as empty as it was the night before.  The drawers of the desk are still open, their contents strewn across the room.  The lid on the captain's chest is still flung up, personal articles tossed out, spare shirts draped over the sides.  The bedding is still rumpled, and the back window is still broken.  What did Colmarr think he would find among the mess?  Still, there must be a clue, something...What was the man doing in here before Grondar interrupted him?"Oh, a couple blokes were done in last night.  Two men died in the riots up by the Sleeping Sailor, stabbed ta death, they were.  I just don't get how this happened.  A brawl here and there isn't uncommon, but Jimmio said he got his jaw busted in by some guy with a blackjack.  There were a bunch of people cut up pretty bad in the street, too.  Once the riot started I guess I can understand knives coming out and people getting a little carried away, but come on, who pulls out weapons in a friendly bar fight?  Anyway, there's blood to be paid, that's for sure.  Oh, and they pulled some poor sod from the fire, too.  Burned pretty badly, he was.  Not much left of him, so it'll be a while before we figure out who he was.  Say, didn't you have more crew members yesterday?"The crew is saved from answering by a thin scream that carries across the water from the north.  The woman from the inn, hauling water in her bucket, seems to have discovered a gruesome surprise bobbing in the rocky surf."Ah, hell," the guard grunts before he and his companion take off around the harbor, moving quickly between the dockworkers.  "Way, make way!  Coming through!"The woman looks at the pouch, weighing its contents with her eyes, then glances over Grondar's large frame again, taking in his sailor's clothes and scruffy appearance.  "The Sailor's Little Friend is not accustomed to accomadating guests so early in the morning.  Fortunately for you, Gertie's a redhead, and she might take you in.  She'll probably charge you a premium at this hour, though."  She glances at his muscles again.  "Although maybe not.  She likes 'em big.  If you want to find out, it'll cost you five shiny silver coins to walk through that door," she nods in the direction of the bead curtain,  "and another two for every half hour you stay.  Now, what information are you looking for?  I don't know what a dime is, but I hope it's not colored copper."  She glances pointedly at Grondar's coin pouch.[sblock=OOC]Braer is our other elf-man, for whom Troth purchased the turban fabric.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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