The watchman's eyes narrow as Nepthys spins her tale.<br/>"Right. I think I'll hold on to this for a bit. You can report to the nearest guardpost to fill out a form to claim ownership. As for you," the watchman says, turning to the Chultan, "it's off to the Magister with you."<br/><br/>The two watchmen pick the man up under his shoulders, and pull him out of the inn, feet dragging on the floor. As they exit, the Chultan starts protesting and pleading, which becomes more indistinct as they go on their way.<br/><br/>Slowly, peace returns to the inn. Conversation is picked up again, men and women call for ale and food, people laugh and it seems as if this is some sort of daily occurrence here.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Apologies about the delay. I'm in the middle of moving, so I respond rather slowly at times.<br/><br/>Will Ip'Kak be trying to listen in on the conversation of the human and the gnome again? If so, could I have another Listen check, please?</div></div>