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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3410695" data-attributes="member: 37105">The common room is warm and inviting. A merry fire burns at the stone hearth, and the room is filled with light. The men (and the few women) seem friendly, wealthier and softer than the clientele of the wharf-side dives. On the small raised stage, a musician bends over a stringed instrument, plucking a contemplative melody with long, slender fingers."Oh, my!." The innkeeper's hand covers her mouth, holding in her gasp. Her brow furrows up, and her eyes well up with tears. When Magyar speaks, she quickly flicks a hand over her face, wiping away the traces of sorrow. The large matron drills Magyar with a hard eye. Though he is not small, the ex-stage performer realizes the woman probably ways half again as much as he does.  Her arms and legs are like meaty tree trunks. "Let us speak upon these matters further, in private." Her tone is decidedly neutral. Turning, she leads them across the common room, up the stairs to the second floor, and into a private dining room. She brings a taper from the hall in with her, lighting the lamps around the room. The two windows facing the street are tightly shuttered, and the stone hearth is barren and cold. A long table with seats for twelve stretches the length of the room, and along one wall is a bookcase filled with dusty tomes. Mistress Wendette seats herself in a chair and the end of the table, takes a deep breath, and says in a calm, even voice, "Please, tell me what happened to Captain Ben."[sblock=OOC]It is not necessary for everyone to follow the innkeeper up to the private dining room. In fact, if they are to speak to her without Naomi present, someone will have to watch over her.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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