“Alright then.” The barman shrugged, seemingly accepting that she wasn’t in the mood to release any more information. With little more to say, he set about his business serving customers for the rest of the afternoon, giving Silwen the chance to do whatever she needed to.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the passing hours ‘til nightfall came a different crowd and a different atmosphere in the place. Slowly, the regulars from the day drift away and are replaced by the varying faces of the evening crowd. Among them, Silwen’s eye caught each of the newcomers as they entered the place, sharing a glance with more than one of them:<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>A pair of quite tall, athletic-looking rangers wearing tattered brown cloaks with the look of trackers about them. One a human male and the other an elven female.</li><li>A boisterous group of rugged humans with some kind of orcish lineage, who appear to have come fresh from the trail.</li><li>A human man of about forty, wearing cleric vestments and accompanied by a younger female carrying a wooden box of something.</li><li>A pair of humans seemingly discussing some kind of business arrangement between themselves. One of which, a dark haired man wearing expensive-looking robes and the other, well concealed behind a cloak and a neatly-trimmed goatee.</li></ul>