Chapter 1 - A Tale of Two Cities

The closer to the inn that Amnon gets, the more his mood improves and when he enters the inn he's downright cheery. Before he gets a chance to speak to the innkeeper, Samantha introduces herself and start to question him. Instead he takes a look around the inn to get a better read of the clientele

Shargon feels no guilt. She knows the place. She only responds with Others started it. This doesn't at all slow or stop her from coming in. She looks over a table to commandeer. And will promptly take a chair there with her quarter staff leaning on the table next to her. She is taking an isolated moment.

It is no trouble spotting Shargon as she stands so tall over everyone except perhaps the half ogre. She is a mountain of a person. Have others stare at her doesn't bother her too much. She is well used to it tends to promptly ignore them except on her bad days. She well known to be rather violent.

Thank you master Alyth, and no trouble intended. She looks at the crowd and starts her search for Tarina

Amnon sidles up to the bar and smiles at the barkeep, "Hello my friend, Alan was it? What exactly does Tarina look like? We were told she'd be looking for us, but the fella that told us that didn't bother describing her to us...rude, I know..."

"Sound about right. Good for nothing, if you ask me." He looks around the room for a moment, then says, "Likely upstairs in the dining room, actually. She's got dark curly hair, usually done up the top. Black cloak like you bandit-types like to wear."

He turns around and places a glass he's been cleaning back on the shelf, then turns around again and faces you. "Can I get you anything while you're here?"

Shargon was already getting up from a moment to hear the last of the conversation as she was going get something to dine on. She asks Alan, Do you order what to eat here or upstairs? Either way I like a mug of ale.

Amnon grins, "Thank you my man! What do you recommend? Food and drink would be lovely". Amnon is dying to get a drink and wash the horror from earlier in the evening away.

Harmony stands silently with her brother as he speaks, but once he finds the likely location for their quarry, decides to go and find her. She would abstain from any food or drink from this place. She didn't really care much for alcohol anyway, and she didn't trust the safety of anything that wasn't alcohol unless she procured it herself.

She keeps her eyes peeled for anyone that might fit the description they had gotten, even before she makes it to the upstairs dining room.

Amnon, drink in hand pushes his way past his sister, "Sorry sis, allow me...". He strides up confidently to the woman, pulls up a chair and sits down. "Good evening, or at least it is now, name’s Amnon. You wouldn’t have to be Tarina would you? The captain sent us", he winks at her.

Shargon is a large shadow behind Amnon with a drink in her hands. She appears rather attentive to what is going on.

Harmony shakes her head as her brother barrels past her. Anything for a chance to speak with the opposite sex, she guesses. She walks over as casually as her bulky armor allows and takes a seat as well.

Seeing that Amnon might have made contact with their contact, Sam checks the crowd. Is there anyone who reacts to their interaction, some who would cause problems.

Sam smiles at the halfling, takes a deep breath raising... "the girls", but then her eyes glows for a second. Her interest in the halfling is gone and he knows that she is not some mear girl. Sam has a way with light, she can do more with the light than the other assimar she meet, could do.

Amnon leans in, "He wanted to know what YOU know about someone called ‘The Dead Three’ and those that might follow them?"