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Message: <blockquote data-quote="LazarusLong42" data-source="post: 827603" data-attributes="member: 9620">"Can I get you something, sir?" the barmaid asked.It was the cloak.  It was always the cloak.  Kintys was tempted to draw it back, maybe give the girl a bit of a fright, but decided it would be best not to call attention to herself.  Not now.  Not here.  "It's 'ma'am,' dear.  Could I get some tea?  As piping hot as you can make it.  I'm not much of one for strong drink."As the barmaid left, Kintys scanned the crowd.  The locals were easy enough to pick out:  They all knew one another, and tmingled as though they had grown up together.  She wondered what they would think of having a scarred ex-noble in their midst.  But there two who stood out.  A tall blonde who could have been her sister, and a shifty-eyed man accompanying her.  They both looked as though they'd been through a meat-grinder lately.But where was Taelmaron?Kintys leaned in to the others after her tea came.  "Those two know something.  They may even know Taelmaron.  I'm going to go talk with them."</blockquote>