Sylvaine sat down next to the Dwarf, who seems particularly downtrodden. In fact he looked like a particularly sullen bulldog that somehow learned to drink alcohol with the best of them. Judging by the empty mugs beside him and that an alcoholic haze surrounded his beard. He didn't seem to notice Sylvaine at first, finishing his fifth mug, emptying half of its contents by what looked to be a pure opening of his throat. It was almost fascinating to watch. Once the mug was down, however, he gave Sylvaine the stink eye. Though she seemed to be just charming enough to at least warrant some answers from him. "Day? Aye you could say that. More like a bloody week." He regurgitated, calling another drink. The Dwarf sighed, letting out a small belch. "Me cousin got himself lost in the Blackwood a few days ago. Ambushed by Orcs, you see. No, he's not dead. I know what yer thinking." He declared. "He's far too tough to let a little thing like violent orcs kill him off. No, he got himself lost and I hadn't the supplies or time to find him. I should go back out there, but I wouldn't even begin to know where to look." Meanwhile, Cillian found himself at a table alone. Though he had no one to speak to, it gave him a very good chance to listen. A low murmur of the crowd reverberated constantly in the background, but thankfully that didn't drown out the conversations of the closer or more prominent and interesting people. Most notably, the Skayeleigh woman that had stalked past them at the beginning seemed to know the Elven maiden and Gnome sitting with her, but it appeared they were simply there for a business transaction. A business of information, in fact. It was hard to tell exactly what they were discussing, but the mentioning of secrets and the very real bag of coin being slid across the table was something to take note of. It made sense, the city being very much a place of trade and tourism. It was logical to think someone would make it their business to know who was where and what was happening. [@Duck][@Romero]