The vishkanya scowled at him, batting his hand away.<br/><br/>The night would pass uneventfully; no assassins in the inn, either.<br/><br/>The next morning, they'd spend a few hours, scouring the town and trying to find the dwarf, before eventually locating his home in one of the wealthier districts of the city. He would greet them in a friendly manner, before asking, "So, what brings you folks all the way out here to visit an old dwarf?"