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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3071101" data-attributes="member: 37105">"Hahahaha!"  The muffin seller bursts into laughter at Grondar's response.  "I've heard a lot of talk before, mister.  We'll see if you can be the first to deliver."  She twirls with a smile and a wink, the sunlight flashing highlights off her auburn hair, and melds into the crowd.  Right before she disappears she turns, calling back, "My name is Karen!"The muffin is very tasty, bran spiced with cinnamon and perhaps a hint of pumpkin.  Grondar attempts to recall the location of the Lilting Rose as he munches away.  He seems to remember it being on the northwestern side of town, nicer neighborhood.  He's never been there before; the drinks are supposed to be somewhat fruity and watered down, but very popular with the debutante circle.Troth comes around the corner of the shop just as the muffin vendor swirls off into the crowd, the spicy-sweet smell of fresh baked muffins lingering in the air."That's ok, oni," Naomi says, hugging his arm, "I don't really want a bracelet anyway."Denther pokes his head in the back door, slides in, and shuts it behind him, relocking it with the keys he got from Troth.  There's a door halfway down the hall on the left, an opening with stairs leading up at the end of the hall on the right, and a shut door at the end of the hall.  No doubt, that door leads to the front of the shop.  So, where should he look first...the door to the left or the stairs headed up to the second story?"I...who said anything about a murder?"  Dietrich's voice cracks on the word "murder".  "Who are you?"  He appears fearful, leaning back from Magyar, his hands dropping behind the countertop.Malachi examines the keys in the bucket.  They're of every shape and size and many different materials.  Most look like they've been here awhile, covered in rust and tarnish as they are.  Some of them are snapped, having only heads or stems.  There's even a wooden key that appears to have been burnt, but the fire damage is old.  Near the top of the pile is a little shiny brass key, worn but still gleaming brightly, as if it has not been long without use.</blockquote>

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