Ureck had resigned himself to the fact that his ploy wasn't going to work. Who on earth would notice a deck of cards on a table in a bar? And who would be swayed by that silly saying he wrote on it? And, even if that did all work, who would be willing to figure out a double-coded message when they had better things to do? It was a flawed plan from the start, and he should never have-<span style="font-style: italic">Ok Ureck, calm down...</span><br/><br/>Grumbling, he laid his head against the glass and watched the others with dull eyes. It seemed more action was finally beginning to start up, with the people finally beginning to loosen up a bit after a few drinks. Blinking a few times, the collie suddenly reached down into his satchel and produced his ink, pen and a scrap of parchment. Then he began doing what he always did when he wasn't in good spirits: write.<br/><br/>He wrote down everything he saw, at least a few words about everyone of interest. He described the exotic kitsune in detail, noting the suspicions of her fox companion as the third vulpine approached unsteadily. He wrote what words he could pick up from the conversation between the wolf and the young lady talking to her. All the while, he was very aware that he was eavesdropping on a multitude of people, yet he didn't really care. He'd dispose of the parchment when he had a chance.<br/><br/>It was about time for him to return to his post, lest the Grangers grew even more suspicious than they already were. Hopping down from the crate, he placed the parchment and his writing materials into his satchel and extinguished the lamp before fastening it to his belt. Before long, he had stolen off down the alley, negotiating the dark-twisting maze with care.<br/><br/>(Move Silently: 1d20(4) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 13; uh oh Oo)