Geran unbolts the door and pulls it open just enough for the chubby man to stumble in, midway through another solid bang on the door.<br/><br/>"Oh thank Kerella, thank Malala, thank all of the Gods!" He says, breathing heavily. He staggers in through the door, tracking thick mud on Bubbles's otherwise spotless floor and collapses into a chair by the fire. "Truly you must be heroes to come to a wretched soul in need like myself." He pulls his hood back, revealing slightly pointed ears and soft, elven features. He appears to be a half-elf or quarter-elf on closer inspection. He has bushy brown hair and is dressed like a well to do traveler. He appears to be about ten years older than any of you.<br/><br/>The man holds his hands up to the fire as he drips water and mud all over. "Dretcher and Augustine said you would help! They said you were the ones to turn to for one in my situation!" You all recognize the names of two local barflies who never struck you as anything other than local barflies who hang around in all the North Riverbend bars at some point or another. They both cleared out of the Silver Horn earlier as things were dying down and you'd bet anything they went to a whorehouse.<br/><br/>"She's been kidnapped!" He blurts out as if keep your attention. "Kidnapped by wretched creatures of the Old Night when we were not an hour from arriving safely! Quickly, young heroes I need your help! My wagon was ambushed!" He suddenly grabs the back of his head. "I was attacked from behind! They took the Lady Victoria!" He sobs, seeming truly desperate now, "I need your help to rescue her! And maybe a few beers...and a chicken leg or two if you have any..."<br/><br/>The man appears frantic and desperate, but not too frantic and desperate to stop thinking of his own needs.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bubbles</div><div class="spoiler_body">As you realize how badly he has tracked mud on your floor, you recognize a few leaves mixed in with the mud that grow on trees in the forests west of town, this man has indeed been out in the wilderness. Also the sheer volume of mud he has tracked suggests to you he has traveled on his feet for an hour at least.</div></div>