(OOC: Sorry, it isn't much, but this SHOULD get her to the mountain so we can REALLY kick this rp off! :D))<br/><br/>A commotion downstairs caught the landlords eager ears, Gods only knew he had eyes like a shit-house rat too. One had to develop such rodentile senses when running a building like his; Inn's were hubs for thieves planning their next heists, the sites of showdowns for the husbands of cheating wives, the sanctuary of traveling salesman after the rip-offs a lifetime, the castle and kingdom of all village based trouble and it was almost ALWAYS, without fail, stirred up by booze.<br/><br/>With almost unnatural grace for a fellow graced with a full keg of a beer belly, he glided down the stairs and settled in the corridor against the wall, listening in, staying quiet.<br/><br/>Just in time to overhear one of the Queens guards arguing with a regular.<br/><br/>The regular was a stout fellah named pigeon, few new him, but the Landlord knew ANYONE who kept a tab on his bar, both as a formality, a friendly gesture and a way to chase up those who... er... struggled to cough up the cash! What Pigeon wanted with someone this high up the ranks was a real curiosity...<br/><br/>"-- Foolish old man!"<br/><br/>"No! I swear! He knows of what Her Majesty is seeking!"<br/><br/>He heard one of the guards swear reluctantly, "Fine. Where is this so called mad man and what is his name? How on earth could he possibly know of what we're seeking, if anything at all!"<br/><br/>Although the Landlord couldn't spy the party through the wall, he sure as hell could imagine Pigeon wringing his hands at this point.<br/><br/>"For one; he is not a madman, he is a gentle hermit of unbelievable spirituality. He has no name and a connection to knowledge greater than our own! Years of meditation tells him what Our Dear Queen is seeking and years of study tells him where to find your quarry!" Pigeon's tone sped and gained in either confidence or just plain irritation and impatience, "He KINDLY requests your presence along sides Her Majesty-- SO, if you'll be so kind, pass on the message.THANK YOU."<br/><br/>There was a small cuss under the guards  breath followed by a "Good day sir,"<br/><br/>Eyes wide, the landlord scuttled out of the way just in time to miss the guard pass where he'd been stood on the stairs merely a second ago. On his way to tell the Queen of Pigeons news... this was... MOST unusual...<br/><br/>He pocketed the information mentally for safekeeping. One never knew when stuff like this would come in handy...