" Haiaen slightly turned the mug in his hands to watch the few drops of ale remaining inside move. After a few seconds of doing so, he left the container on the counter and moved his hands to snatch the last untouched ale, the one that belonged to Lindir, before someone else did. While holding it with both hands to avoid dropping any of the golden liquid inside, Haiaen listened to part of Zimnis conversation with the bartender, until the gnome started to speak about some sort of good fir. Realizing he wouldn’t understand the meaning of the words, Haiaen turned to look backwards at the people around the establishment, his biggest question now on his mind.

 Where were the monsters? he had heard the word many times before being attacked. In fact it had been one of the first words he had someone say, from what he could remember. But as much as he searched he couldn’t find any. As his hands tightened around the object he was holding, he kept looking at the behaviour of those around him. He couldn’t recognize anyone similar to Grommak or Lindir, but nobody seemed ready to do anything against any of them. Maybe if he found them he could understand why he was targeted and be able to stop wearing this restrictive thing over himself.

When the gnome started to pick his coins, Haiaen’s eyes were immediately brought to it and, after again seeing what possibly was an adventure being given by one of his companions to someone else he moved towards the puppeteer, while still holding the ale. Believing it to be his chance of asking what he could, he began to speak very quickly, somewhat lightening the usual hoarseness of his voice. When he finished speaking he extended his open palm. 

“Hey Zimnis, Zimnis. what do I do with this? Where are the monsters? Are you and Lindir giving adventures? Why did you abandon them? Are dwarfs bigger inside? Do midgets have night vision? Can I get an adventure too? Are you listening to me?” 

Haiaen listened to the answers given without moving an inch. At the mention of gold, his lips formed a small smile, almost imperceptible due to his heavy garments. As the gnome finished, Haiaen nodded a few times, glad he now understood more his companion, even if he still felt confused. Taking care to not spill the drink, he started to slowly walk in circles around the gnome, speaking in the same way as before. 

“Humm, maybe we could meet this chance? Or maybe a few monsters? But, If you don’t want to see Giant Lizards… Oh I know, maybe we could get an adventure where you can be ripped by something else. Umm...”

Then he stopped to look at Zimnis. Haiaen began to ascend the stairs after the gnome, but when Zimnis closed the door he stopped. Remembering how it usually went when they were on the boat, Haiaen looked at the all the doors around before he moved to the stairs. Whilst he descended, he thought about the words spoken to him minutes before, and wondered what was Lindir doing by giving money if not an adventure, and if the elf would know how to change liquid gold into gold coins.
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Doomed, eh?" Zimnis said to himself, staring off at the curtains with a drunk stupor as he continued, "I dun't mind bad omens, to tell no lie. They force ye' ta think twice before ye' take a step, and give ye' the mind to defy them good-fir nothin' gods..." He paused after thinking about what he just said, but was distracted by thought tangents while doing so. After a long pause, he turned back around and chuckled, leaning in towards the bartender as he commented, "y'know, it couldn't hurt to sleep in security tonight. I'll take a room, two gold pieces, was it?" 
[b](Rolls with Barter Stat )
(Gets a 2 )
“Three, you have already squeezed a free round of drinks from me” The bartender noted.
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Zimnis then reached into his gold pouch, disappointed at its lack of fullness, and pulled out the required sum. Immediately, he flinched from the sudden presence of the cloaked, stinky individual and turned his attention momentarily to the fellow. Zimnis could barely pay attention to the bombardment of questions due to his drunkness, but managed to store a few in his short-term memory well enough to remember them by the time the fellow was done. With a mixed expression, suspicion and curiosity hidden beneath a bubbly, warm smile, Zimnis commented, "my oh my, I never thought anyone'd be cu'rious enough to 'nquire to me abut life's subtleties. Now, y'see, that right there, [he points to the ale] that's what the more cheerful sorta' dwarves call 'liquid gold.' Because it's refined enough in flavour an' cheeriness ta' be worth its weight in gold!"

Zimnis then paused, took the key from the barkeep, and thought hard for a second, trying to remember another question from the fellow. He then remembered, and his expression lit up again as he chuckled softly, looking back over to Haiaen as he continued to speak. "As fir' Lindir an' I, we aren't givin' adventures. No sir. We 'll 'unly just got here! But ye' can be dam'ed well assured that we'll be on hot on de' trail of the first noble quest we chance upon." He chuckled once more, more heartily, after his words, then quickly shot up from his seat and steadied himself with his staff before rightly toppling over. "Whed'r or not that quest involves munsters, as ye' said, is entirely up te' chance. I'd like te' avoid gettin' my arse ripped off and upchucked at me by a giant lizard, if at all possible."

Zimnis attempted to spin around to face the robed figure as he spoke, often stumbling due to his own drunkenness. Before the figure finished talking, Zimnis felt the need to stop spinning due to his drunkenness, and started walking towards the staircase on the other side of the room, speaking as he went. "Ahh, speaking of pain, I'm far m're tired than I thought I was. My apologies, friendome, but I'd best continue this speakidoo tomorrow." He then mumbled to himself various things such as, "curse the dan' boat," and "missed the third button" as he continued towards the stairs.

He then hobbled up the stairs and over to the door to his room. The Gnome checked both ways before unlocking the padlocked door, then waltzed in, locked the door behind himself, and unloaded his baggage, ready for a secure and thief-free night of rest. As he lay his head down on the luxurious down-filled pillow, he almost instantly fell asleep. After a minute, all that moved in the room was his beard hair, which was animated by his breath, much like his puppets.

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Lindir would stare at the old lady as she muttered her chants and gazed at the orb as it shifted in color and he continued to try and sense the magical properties that her spell was using in order to perhaps make out its purpose.
[b](Rolls with Knowledge)
(Gets a 3)
Lindir was unable to trace the spell, the magic seemingly escaping his range of thought.
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 And hearing her words he would remember them carefully. Being quite shocked by what he heard but he did not show it. Staring back in to those icy blue eyes of hers he would then place his hands down on the table and gave her a slight scoff as she asked him to leave. "...You might be able to fool the lowlife humans on the other side of these curtains, old woman. But you can not fool my eyes...No mere human could posses the magical power you wield and as a seeker of knowledge and a fellow Arcanist I must ask what a being of such power like yours is actually doing here...Telling the fortunes of mere humans for simple coin...What are you and where did you find such terrifying power?..." He said with a low voice not wanting to have anyone else hear his words. Patiently waiting for her reply as he slowly tapped his fingers on the table.
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[i]“I would advise you to stop your questioning and leave my curtains, you do not know what you are saying”[/i] The woman said in a raspy whisper. [/b]