<hr/><strong>Name </strong>Gretla<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn common room<br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content </strong>Go on, git<br/><hr/>Gretla was still huddled with the Alice and Holly with Alex, Jacen, and Mara still able to catch a good glimpse of the ring (and Alice’s behind). “Ain’t never heard of a Karxxis ‘afore,” she responds to Alice’s question. “But listen, I hate to break this up, but we gotta close ta get ready fer supper and I gotta see my Uncle Jessi. Can I get you all to clear out so I can lock up the front? I mean, it’ll give you time to find out about the ring and come back with a story.” She looked directly at Alice. “An’ I want<em>all</em>the details of the dashin’ myst’ry man,” she feigned Gretch’s “stern father” voice.<br/><br/>With everyone on the boardwalk in front of the Don’t Fall Inn, Gretla pulled closed the heavy doors over the swinging ones. Before the second was set, she called out, “An’ I mean it, Alice, I want all the details. Mara, you stayin’ tonight?” She waited a moment for an answer before pulling the door to and dropping the bar from the inside. A few minutes later saw Gretla leaving out the back of the Inn before coming around the building and skirting the dirt road south and turning right on the cobbled mainstreet leading from the west to east gates.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intelligence (History) DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grall has been called Jessimon by some of the older folks in town.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mara</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grall isn’t Gretla’s uncle by blood, but her father refers to him as uncle, too. He was a companion of her grandfather or great-grandfather or some-such.</div></div>