Capizzio has been completely quiet during the whole day, not inattentive mind you, just not talking either ... until now.
"in my *ahem* humble opinion, I would have to say that whatever is in your basement has stayed there and will remain there as long as none disturb it, them or, whatever. Therefor I would like to say that the inn will have no decrease in reputation.
However, the lord of the land has a problem with hobgoblins and they do not stay put undisturbed or disturbed and are more then likely raiding the countryside and bringing harm to all who are about. That i am afraid I find intollerable."
Though Capizzio's voice is not much louder then a whisper, his face is flushed with growing anger. An obvious chord has been struck with the Hobgoblin prescense.
"When I lived on the streets and a bully came in the neighborhood, I hated it. I wanted to do something about it! Well now I can."
The young wizzard's clenched fists pound on the table top to puchuate every word of the last sentance. He takes a moment to recompose himself and breaths a shuddering sigh before continueing, " Master Boris, you know where to find us if things change. There are bullies on the block and they need a good boot in the butt!"
He sits down, spent by his rare display of dark emotion. reguradless of the drain, he sits with his arms crossed and stares at an indistinct point somewhere infront of him.
"I have spoken of what i find to be of importantem grandem."
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