The dwarf didn't respond.  He just kept on cleaning the glass.  It looks exactly like the same glass that every bartender in Garweeze Wurld cleans when he has nothing better to do.<br/><br/>"At least one."  The man cleared his throat, and did a fair job of looking her in the eye.  "I'm from Perrin's Crossing -- our town's west of here.  If you're from far away I suppose you wouldn't know it."  He supposed rightly.  "But, just three days ago, creatures started coming out of the woods at night.  Dead creatures.  I...I never thought things like this happened to normal little towns like ours, but I swear by the gawds it's true.  Every night we've had animals what're nothing but bones and rottin' flesh coming into town, and they're vicious buggers too -- we can hardly go outside when the sun's not up!  Something's gotta be done."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The guard started to open his mouth, but his partner grabbed his shoulder, shaking his head quickly and muttering something in his ear.  The duo stepped aside to let Ildefonse pass after taking his silver, although he could practically feel their glares on the back of his head as he left them behind.<br/><br/>The tavern loomed ahead.  Ildefonse only got a few strange looks -- elves weren't<em>that</em>uncommon in the City-States, thankfully.