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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2872436" data-attributes="member: 37105">Mac's face goes ashen for a moment.  "Ol' Captain Ben.  I figured someone'd be along lookin' for him eventually.  I tried to warn him, but...well, it's not my place."  He looks up at the three men.  "Look, I'm real sorry, but I think the body they pulled out of here last night was your captain."  After the initial shock has worn off, Mac continues.  "Where we're standing right now used to be a seperate room off the main tavern.  I stored a few things in here and occasionally rented it out to the odd group wanting a bit more...privacy.  Last night, your captain was here with a group of men, real shifty looking fellows."  The man's face breaks into a broad grin.  "Of course, I suppose that could be said of a lot of my clientele."  His grin slips, then, and he glances around at the ashes.  "Well, former clientele.  I can't say what they were talking about in here, and I don't know exactly what happened, but I'd say it's a safe bet that somehow this," and here he bends down and picks up the broken lantern, "got knocked over.  Folks were sitting around drinking, having a grand ol' time listening to Tami sing when the door here burst open and Dietrich comes running out hollering about a fire.  Well, it didn't take long to empty out the tavern after that."  Mac pauses for a moment.  "You know, Captain Ben wouldn't've just laid down in the middle of the fire unless he had help gettin' that way."The large man takes Magyar's wave as an invitation and saunters over to join the group.  "Good morning."  His voice is deep and rumbling, like distant thunder heard underground."Gentlement, meet Branson, my first born."  There is pride in the old man's voice.Naomi fiddles with the false nose, swinging her bare feet through the air as she sits on the bench next to Troth.  She continues to stare at the prosthetic between her fingers as she slowly begins to speak in a small, frightened voice.  "Troth, what would you do if I told you there were others like me, and if I told you where to find them?  What if I told you about the people--"  Here she breaks off for a moment.  "The evil people, how would you punish them?"  She looks up at Troth, and her eyes glisten with barely restrained tears.</blockquote>

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