Mingling around with the crowds couldn't get more uncomfortable than this, you thought, as you try to squeeze through the sea of tables and stools. As you near the corner where the conversations were going on, a short but stout man walks up to you.

"Might ye be hoping to listen out for hearsay, gossip, or anything else. If ye are, then i'm your man. If ye have spoken to the bartender, he would have mentioned my name. I am Tarland Flender."

"Good day to you, sir. What do you know of the fire that broke out just now?" you reply, still curious about the night's events.

"It be some kid trying to burn up a house because of some internal strife. Kids nowadays, it's really difficult to take such a one into hand. His sentence will not be light, for sure..."

Your curiousity satisfied, you...

find out more from Flender about the lastest news in the region
(this takes you to the "Main Page (News)", to return, use the back button on your browser)

join a large group where there seemed to be discussion and humour
(this takes you to the "Message Boards", to return, use the back button on your browser)

return to the main area of the tavern