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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3270367" data-attributes="member: 37105">Colmarr makes his way to the captain's cabin.  The door hangs askew from its hinges where Grondar bashed it in the night before.  The Gnome notices that the door contains an iron lock, not that it will do any good now.  The room is just as he left it.  The chest is still half open, clothes strewn over the sides.  The captain's desk is a mess of papers.  Colmarr notes that the drawer on the lower right had a small lock, but it has been busted and the contents of the drawer emptied.  Naomi wanders in after Colmarr.  "Wow, what a mess! she exclaims.Grondar makes his way toward the Lilting Rose.  The northwestern section of town where the tavern is located is really much nicer than he remembers.  He feels a bit rough for this side of town, and there are many more night watchmen out than he would expect.  He weathers their hard stares and reaches the Lilting Rose without incident.  From the street, the tavern is lit up and festive, and he can hear the strains of a rollicking reel brightening the night.  A lamplighter walks by, checking the street lamps.  He speaks casually to Grondar as he passes."I wouldn't be loiterin' if I was you, mate.  What with what's been goin' on today, the watch is liable to throw ya in the pokey."</blockquote>