Uncas eyed the tavern owner suspiciously as he chewed the last bite of meat.  He worked his tongue between his cheeks in a frantic search before smiling with success.  A bone spat from the dwarf’s mouth, and he wiped the remaining grease from his lips with the end of his beard.   Lastly he tossed the remains of the leg into the fire, causing it to flare briefly as the last of the grease was cooked off.<br/><br/>“Since you have him in a bed instead of a grave, I’ll assume the, uh...man still breathes.” The dwarf began, giving an inquisitive look as he emphasized man. “Tell me what happened this night, and what you have done with the other body?”