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[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 
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Rickard bids the couple a good evening and thanks them for their time. As the couple left the sudden shout from the center of the tables to the barkeep drew his attention to the happenings there. Apparently some of the locals were in company of someone who had recovered a cart of wine, and one of them was buying some of the Zinnoberrot. Rickard had to maneuver through the crowd to get a better view of the table. Once in a better spot he saw the person was locking arms to contest one of the locals in a match of strength. She was a large woman clad in mail, easily much taller than everyone here. Quicker than he would have expected, the woman slammed the other man's arm down onto the table. The force of it seemed to throw the man off balance and he spilled out of his chair, and his empty mug rocked on top the table a moment before following its user. 

The crowd seemed the enjoy the fact he had been knocked pretty hard. The woman on the other hand seemed rather upset, possibly embarrassed, by the ordeal. She retreated to the bar after putting her gauntlet back on and retrieving the coin. It was an odd sight and caught his curiosity for the moment. Rickard watched her movements cautiously wondering what her business her was. [Color=ed1c24]Armored like that she is likely a caravan guard. Though she could have been hired as an extra guard for someone.[/color] 

He walked to the bar just a few steps away from the mailed woman and set his cup on the counter and two silver. "[color=ed1c24]Another Zinnoberrot please.[/color]" While Bob had turned to dribk, Rickard half turned to the tall woman. "[Color=ed1c24]Good evening, that was quite a display there. I'm sure he will be feeling that come the morrow. Are you from here? I'm looking for the son of a family friend and no one seems to know what happened to him.[/color]" He paused when Bob returned and set an extra silver on the bar for the barkeep.