[color=#00ff00]”Well met, Vergu. I am Orin.”[/color] The halfling worked like a tug gently pushing barges down the road and away from the slaver market. Till he noticed an in that actually had potted plants in window boxes. [color=#00ff00]”Sire, two men are still following us,”[/color] Orin said calmly as he gestured to the inn. The thought of a meal and a pint made his stomach growl. Orin whispers, [color=#00ff00]”I think they are worried you are just going to free us when you got out of sight.”[/color]