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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carlo-One" data-source="post: 8753421" data-attributes="member: 7015827">The four adventurers entered the Old Beard in a serious mood, with Rosten wringing out the rainwater from his bandana in the entrance. A sea captain was just taking his leave of Jonson the bartender, who wished him a safe journey on the morrow. After they watched him depart, Lloria and Rosten giving him particular scrutiny, the hin went over to the bar for a round of drinks, while the others walked over to where the elf Lomilith was sitting. He uttered an obviously forced laugh and tried to welcome them heartily, but the morose elf’s comportment would fool no one. He did perk up slightly when Dermot said he would be done for the evening soon and Rosten brought over the drinks.Lloria pulled out her copy of the sewer map and set it down on a table, tapping it with a finger and telling Lomilith to show them the way. The elf rapidly downed his ale, drinking with a shaky hand and looking around, before lowering his voice and informing them the sewer entrance was right outside the tavern. He recounted how he went down it, followed some twists and turns, then came up to a north-facing door, behind which he heard movement of multiple things. Lomilith said he didn’t know exactly what they were up to, but it was clear to that door. Lloria tapped her finger on the map again and asked the elf to point it out, which he did.This appeared to draw the attention of two mercenaries at a nearby table, who looked over at the map, one shrugging to the other. Dermot gave a vague nod at the nearest merc as Lloria marked the route and rolled the map back up to stow it away. Lomilith gulped down another drink from the round Rosten had bought and, after confirming he was done with the group, halfheartedly wished them good luck and walked out without looking back, but shaking a bit.The two mercenaries wandered over to the bar and asked Jonson something, clearly paying attention to the adventurers. Rosten downed another ale himself and hissed to his comrades that he didn’t like those swabs talking about them meeting Lomilith, although the hin agreed with Dermot that they couldn’t go butchering them in a tavern. At this point the two mercenaries decided to come over and introduce themselves as Thorsan and Yendil, since they were wondering if the adventurers had a job and could use another pair of swords. This drew a number of looks among the companions, before Dermot answered that it was barely paying enough as it were. The two mercs admitted that they were not in good graces with the Mercenaries Guild, not being part of an official company, so were looking for whatever work they could get. Thorsan said that for 200 gold to spare, they were available.Dermot ignored an inquiry about the adventurers’ names, but gave a story of how their friend Thessar on the Shore might have use for some hands, giving 200 gold to Thorsan despite Aerikoth expressing the fact he did not see a need for them. The merc’s eyes gleamed at the coin and he assured the ranger that the two of them would be sure to head there, after they finished their next round. Yendil piped up and said they had better settle their tab, now that they could, which earned him an elbow from his companion. Thorsan went over to the bar and plunked some coins down for another round, as Rosten muttered their two names to himself. The hin observed that they now knew their faces and Thessar’s names, but reckoned that could be solved soon enough though, and time was a-wasting for them to get on with their business. (I have to say it was no surprise to me that Thorsan and Yendil do not appear again in these chronicles. --R)</blockquote>

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