The fence confirmed the rapier to be of masterwork quality and in tiptop shape, which could net Zulsaran a quick 30 platinum pieces, were the item to depart from his property. He was informed there was someone in the cabal that could make good use of it, assuming it wasn't traceable. They would of course check upon it first, but it would take some time, at least until tomorrow. The men thanked Zulsaran for the information he provided, and informed him they'll be on the case, so Zulsaran could keep his attention to the task he was assigned to.<br/><br/><hr/>As Gaven reentered the tavern, he found Rowan still there, talking to another man, though he couldn't exactly hear what it was about, as there was a large group of noisy peasants that settled inside as well, apparently having some kind of party that involved a lot of beer and yelling.<br/><br/><hr/>Rennell and Keira made their way to the city gates without problems. One of his men was already waiting there, and another arrived soon after. "I'm afraid most of your acquaintances are out of town." he informed his captain on a low tone, though not so low that the priestess couldn't overhear it. "We've sent Mr. Fireborn and Mr. Tsunami over to the inn, but I guess you happened to miss them."<br/><br/>Shortly after, another of Rennell's men arrived, tailed by a stout dwarf with a large blond beard, which was kept in seven braids. He wore a rather shiny chain shirt, and a large shield and axe hung down his sides, all of them seeming to be of rather odd materials. Several grooves and scars covered his face, the only visible part of his body, as the parts that weren't covered by his chain shirt or helm were clad in thick brown leather. A crossbow hung besides his backpack on his back. "Me name's Thurion Ironfoot!" he exclaimed to the small group. "Any of ye be Rennell Darkash?"