Looking for clues seemed pretty hard, with people in general not seeming to know where the rumor originated from. A barkeep recalled some gal leaving it at a counter in a tavern, while the barmaid there, a surly, world-weary woman with sagging bosom and a few teeth missing snorted it had been a big orc that came from the port, a pirate of some s ort, that originally brought the news from outside the town.<br/><br/>There was a word about a house down the street from one of the beggars but by the time they came near, they found they had been had, the building there was burnt to the ground, with no signs of reconstruction. Then again, this was the slums area. At least Gabriel and his group seemed to avoid setting off any alarms, up until at a smelly old pub at the basement of a shop turned out something. "Yeah, I heard that rumor." The barkeep, a fat dwarf said. "I heard it quite well 'cause some merchant was talking about it with a drunk man here at the table, a local. The merchant told it to him, and he knew to ask some pretty good questions too. Apparently they both knew about it, the merchant mostly confirmed his words." As the dwarf was talking, someone got on the move at the back, the door to the kitchen creaking. "Come to think of it, he was just sitting at the back... -eh?" The dwarf blinked, confused. "Where the Hammer did that runt go?"<br/><br/>Runt indeed, the young man fleeing barely had hair on his chin, an adult but not a year older, and rushing through the kitchen quickly to the back door he kicked it open, already rushing to leave. He knew this area, and he could disappear for days if he'd get away.