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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Altair" data-source="post: 4014503" data-attributes="member: 59131">The elf seems to be the spokesperson for the group, though he doesn't look at all like the immaculate, regal elves who rule Alancia. His ears are pointed and he is smooth-skinned, but his hair is unkempt, and he has a short beard growing on his lower lip. Under his tabard, he is wearing a thick red coat, which bears the same amount of creases and dirt as your own clothing. He appears unarmed, though he may be hiding some small weapons in his coat.The dwarf, on the other hand, resembles in every way the dwarven stereotype. A thick orange beard, braided into three; a large red, bulbous nose jutting out from the nest of hair, and his tabard covered in ale-stains, with his entire body emanating an almost visible miasma of alcohol and sweat. To his back is strapped a large, intimidating double-bit axe.One of the humans is dressed in only a light chain shirt, of such a light mesh that the padding beneath is visible, his legs and wrists unarmored and he carries a slender blade on his belt. The other two are dressed in the heavy mail coat of a guardsman, one of them bearing the medallion of Pelor from his neck tied to a lace, and again hanging on a chain fastened to his belt."Take him into the other room and find out what he knows" the elf commands, provoking protest from the innkeeper as the three humans lead him into the sleeping area.He walks around behind the counter, helping himself to a couple of bottles of wine which he sets on the surface. He comes back around, grabs a seat beside you and drops himself on it tiredly. The flimsy stool wobbles as he sits down. "Desolate doesn't cover it" he sighs, "all day we've been searching the outskirts of town for any signs of these bandits that have been troubling the area. Then when we come back here, we find that the lord is dead... and the rat we were looking for STILL evades us." He chuckles mirthlessly. "Me and my companions are heading back to Gieldon as soon as the night is done, things are going to get dangerous as the fighting here takes to the streets. You wouldn't happen to know anything about any of this, would you?""Oh, by the way, my name's Gyozo, and this is Drunnis", he introduces himself and takes a gulp from the wine bottle. The dwarf nods upon being acknowledged, but says nothing.[Gieldon, <a href="http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=Altair#196742" target="_blank">you recall</a>, is the capital city of this nation, they presumably serve one of the many minor houses of the city. The name Gyozo isn't a traditional elven name, nor was it one you've ever heard before.]</blockquote>

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