<div class="floatleft">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/Tad_zps22b3703c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tad<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Starting Point, Common Room<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Tad had been intent in his focus on the priestess and had largely disregarded the elf who had been charitably assisting the staggered merchant. Yet as he approached and asked after the strange events he had witnessed the elf had seemed surprised by his interruption. He hardly wished an argument with the elf to distract from the more interesting conversation that was possible regarding the man's recovery. So he tried to placate the elf with a warm smile and wracked his brain for a few moments, trying to remember what the elf had been saying as he approached and interrupted. The question was answered for him, when the bar-staff volunteered to take on the debt for whatever services she had provided for the man in the forms of food and lodging.<br/><br/>"Excuse me miss, but what of this elf who carried the man out of the press of the crowd and over here to safety. Surely he deserves a reward as well for his charitable actions." He said, hoping that putting in a good word on the elf's behalf might help him to forgive and forget Tad's interruption or at the very least distract him from pursuing it further while Tad obtained the information he sought.<br/><br/>The storm seemed bad outside, Tad was glad that he had sought shelter indoors before it had broken. Doubly glad if he may have stumbled upon something more interesting than his day of petty thievery.