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Baen'rik, with his plate of food before him struggles to eat and listen to the conversation the others are having. "Stupid you," Baen'rik thought. Can't engage in a conversation with those southerners. The elf by the very...human name of Tyrone, however offered him on an adventure. Between swigs of ale and bites of mutton, he asks, "where"?

Before he was able to engage in full conversation with the crowd, a darkly cloaked figure enters from the back door and looks intently around the cramped tavern. "I must leave for the moment" Baen'rik hastily states before moving in the direction of the cloaked figure, who leaves the back door.