As the rest of the group leaves for the tavern apart from the neko girl, the sentry’s skeptical gaze moves to her as he waits for her to reveal her intensions.  When she asked her question, there were several seconds of contemplation as the man tried to figure out what she was getting at while at the same time weighing it against his obvious feelings of contempt for nobility and their hangers on.  Eventually he just shrugged and felt there was no need to be so stubborn over sharing a bit of gossip.<strong>”Dere isn’t too much ‘appening ‘ere out ov da norm.  I ‘ave ‘eard dat dere ‘as been a problem wiv livestock being attacked by wild animals.  Or per’aps I should say wild animal.  Nobody ‘as gotten a clear view of the beast, but between the glimpses and size of da claw marks on the ‘attle, it is much larger dan your standard pre’atory animal.  What’s more unusual is dat da wounds it inflicts upon da livestock seem to be par’ially burned, like its claws are as ‘ot as a branding irons.”</strong><br/><br/>As you enter the tavern, you notice a sign above its entry way denoting it as the Bronze Boar.  Only the first wave of patrons have arrived thus far, leaving the building relatively sparsely populated but with the sort of energy that promised a much larger clientele in the immediate future.  Gilbert’s attempts to befriend those present largely goes unnoticed and unreciprocated, though this was more of a result of the present patrons being too engrossed in the conversations with their compatriots to give the bard’s rather meek attempts to garner their attention any mind.  Of all those present there only appears to be one man who is seated alone with his drink, but his amused and friendly demeanor pegs him as anything other than the surly loner that is a staple in most bars across Viemera.  In fact, he seems to have been watching Gilbert’s unsuccessful attempts to mingle with genuine amusement that he cannot get a word in edgewise.