[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell]
[h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Rickard Barriden[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=ed1c24]Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=ed1c24][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 31 / 31 [color=ed1c24][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19[color=ed1c24] [i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Neil and Bob's Public House
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[/cell][cell]
[right][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/9d2fe29a-0e4b-4175-8778-fe6899d8a6b6.jpg[/img][/right]
[/cell][/row][/table] 

Robert looked annoyed, possibly  at being pulled away from his work. Weary amusement crept over his face at the mention of Mr. Brindleton, and he sneered sarcastically, [color=darkgray]"Samuel? Never heard of her. You want to ask folks about your lost love; you go right ahead. You'd better not run off any of my customers while you do it. I'll toss you out on your ear."[/color] Robert nodded to another man at the bar, taking his order and moving to fill it. The question of the missing person was seemingly put out of mind. 

Rickard rolled his eyes at the man's sarcastic response. [I][color=ed1c24]Should have seen that one coming. You would have been better off asking him earlier in the day when it was less busy.[/color][/i] He left the coin for the wine on the bar and moved away from the bar to avoid unnecessary crowding. Once closer to the stage he found a pair of people sitting/leaning at the base and made his way over there. 

"[color=ed1c24]Mind if I join you and buy you all a drink?[/color]" Ricard had put on his most disarming smile hoping that the pair did not outright spit on him. The people he approached on the stage are a husband and wife, maybe mid to late twenties. Both are Human. There is initial reluctance to Rickard joining their conversation, but the mention of buying the next round has granted him at least the next drink's worth of their time. Rickard returned to the bar briefly to get the pair their next drink. He returns moments later and sat on the edge of the stage to listen to their tale. They mention that they're from a spot called "Fairwater", west of the Township, and came down this way a couple days earlier. They introduce themselves with the surname of "Cummerbund". 

Recent events have put them in a ton of business as traders and merchants attempt to get the last of their travel and shipping through before the festival, and by extension before the snows set in. Though the lady of the pair does mention quietly that some of the merchants are hesitant to pass through this area any more than they have to, as there are rumors of people vanishing into the night around the Township. They don't mention any names specifically. 

"[Color=ed1c24]It is good to hear that business has been well for you. I've only recently arrived in town from the pine flats near Bryn. My name is Rickard Barriden.[/color]" [i][color=ed1c24] So the disappearances are possibly more than two. What is going on lhere?[/color][/i] He took a sip of the wine savoring the flavor while pondering on the matter. "[Color=ed1c24]The rumored disappearances have not affected your trade have they?[/color]"