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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3424477" data-attributes="member: 37105">"He...Ben is dead?" The innkeeper seems at a loss for words. "He said he had just a few things to take care of and he'd be back later. I...I..." She begins to weep quietly. "I would like to see his body before they bury it," she says, wiping at her tears. "And I'll take his effects, if you don't mind.  I can't seem to remember what he was wearing last night. I can remember the spot of red at his temple where he cut himself shaving, but I can't remember what he was wearing. Isn't that silly? I'd just given him new woolen socks, too. Bennie always did have trouble finding socks..." She trails off, looking lost. From behind Colmarr, Naomi lets out a muffled sob. It seems she was trying to hold back her tears. Mrs. Wendette holds her arms out to the child. "Oh, c'mere, Bobbin, let's cry together." Naomi moves over to the innkeeper and wraps her tiny arms around the woman's bulk. Together they weep for a time."What sort of illegal activity would Bennie get himself killed over, anyway? I always told him to be more careful, but..." She sniffs, wiping at her face again. The innkeeper seems to be recovering her composure, moving from grief to a more industrious attitude. "Well. Do you know who did this? No, of course not, or you'd have killed them already. You mentioned someone named Adonai?"Down in the common room, Troth surveys the patrons, watching for trouble."Hey, Grondar, does he look like we see him some before?" The barbarian keeps his voice low, nodding at the bard. Now that Troth has said something, the musician does seem familar to Grondar. In fact, it is the same musician from the Sleeping Sailor last night, the one playing the stringed instrument.</blockquote>

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