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	The continuing discussion, with its new qualities of volume and tone, and drew attention from many of the remaining patrons of The Infamous Pear. One table of off-duty soldiers paid a little more attention but did not go for their weapons as of yet. It seemed that colorful discourse was par for the course in places like this, as anyone who had been in town for more than a couple of days might attest. Regardless, attention had been drawn, if not swords. 

	The proprietors, [url=https://i.ibb.co/0tXK3Gn/Guido-Laurel.jpg]Laurel[/url] and [url=https://i.ibb.co/8DFWrwT/Owen-Hardy.jpg]Hardy[/url] both, noted this and decided that this was an appropriate time to interject with a little official business. As Mr. Hardy prepared another round of drinks for the lot of those at the Adventurers' Table, the more diminutive but somewhat more socially adept Mr. Laurel approached the table, a bright smile on his face the belied an expression of muted anxiety. [color=darkgray]"Hello!"[/color] he began, pulling an unoccupied chair from a table nearby and climbing up onto it to better address the much taller people at the table. A final grunt put him on his feet, even at this point he was only a head above the average seated person (except for Kathryn, obviously). Speaking of the vertically gifted lady, upon seeing that they were about eye level while she was sitting down and he was standing in a chair, Guido let out an involuntary whisper of [color=darkgray]"...tall..."[/color] before snapping back to his best approximation of a [i]customer service[/i] smile. 

	More officially now, he spoke, [color=darkgray]"Gentle ladies and sir, a scant moment of your attention please. A-Thank you. You see, there was an unexpected, um, [i]factor[/i] when our noble Sheriff made his bookings, but don't worry! The staff of The Infamous Pear shall take care of you admirably, I assure you!"[/color] He did seem very optimistic about whatever he was trying to say. [color=darkgray]"Overbooking is such a tragedy. There's no need for any of us to sleep in a stable tonight, oh no."[/color] He paused and glanced about the table, waiting to see how the joke was received by the irregular group of armed, magic using, loud people in front of him. Shaking it off, he continued, [color=darkgray]"I have had the unique honor of shuffling a couple of our guests about so that we have two rooms available for all of you; the first two on either side as you ascend the stairs. [i]Now[/i], an asture observer (as I know you all are!) might notice that one room has three beds and the other has but two. I shall personally see to the appropriation of a [i]fine[/i] garrison cot with a [i]lovely[/i] goose-down cushion for one lucky, lucky person - whomever wishes to claim it for their own!"[/color] His head bobbed with pure positivity. [color=darkgray]"Or however you decide to divvy up your numbers. In essence, three to a room, none of that provincial 'common room' headache from us, no indeed! And of course, for the evening, the bill has already been settled. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us."[/color]

	As an afterthought, Guido added, [color=darkgray]"The sun is down, the lights are up, and the labor of the day is done. This is the time when this establishment becomes busy for a time. I mention this with no stress or enticement in mind, only to let you know that the taproom may become much more occupied shortly. Please let me know if you need anything else; refreshments, your bags handled, etc."[/color] He gave a bow and hopped back down, scuttling off with his chair dragging behind him just in time for Owen to arrive with the tray of beverages. 

	Owen began passing them out with skill demonstrating decades' worth of booze-slinging prowess, giving little mental notations as he went along. [color=darkgray]"Ale... tea... mulled wine... here, here, and... there we are."[/color] He even switched out the pitcher of cool, clear water in the middle of the table next to the communal bread & butter, should anyone prefer it. [color=darkgray]"Whenever any of you are ready, that is, if you should happen to require it (and not to say that you can't handle things on your own, mind you, ma'ams and sir, I'm sure you're all highly capable folk), I would be very happy - [i]happy[/i] - to show you to your rooms; now or whenever you have decided how you'll be splitting up the accommodations, of course."[/color] He looked hesitant, but quickly assured the persons present, [color=darkgray]"Oh! And never you concern yourself with ...other things... MUM is still the word, you see."[/color] He gave a conspiratorial nod and backed up a pace, giving a little distance but ready in case anyone took him up of his offer. 

	True to the words of Mr. Laurel, the door opened, admitting not just a draft of chill autumn night air but a trio of people who resembled tradesmen. They made their way up to the bar for the Halfling to take their drink orders. The door opened again to admit another local, this one by himself. The place took on the atmosphere of a brief pause before a coming rush.