<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Riley</div><div class="spoiler_body">The weather was not typical of this area. Cold winds don't blow out of forest without a magical source. Riley knew this much but it didn't help her fingers feel better.</div></div><br/>The butcher's shop was called the Butcher of Jalrune but the reference was lost on Riley as it was on most of the town the owner hadn't told himself. A man who could have been called dashing ten years ago worked a large knife through a large hunk of meat. He looks up and notes your out of place appearance.<br/><br/>Riley can note the amount of blood already soaking this man's apron, he has been at this work most of the morning already. The venison he is working on is a smaller deer but seemed like it might have been frozen to death instead of hunted.<br/><br/>He brings the knife down with a sharp swing that drives the blade into the cutting board and it sticks there. "Greetings. How is our weather finding you?" He comes around the corner, wiping his hands on his apron. "You can help yourself to a pickled pig ear. What can I cut for you?" He makes a gesture at a counter supporting both his lock box and a jar filled with a greenish liquid with pig ears floating in it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The barwoman has loaded a tray with mugs and ale and is convaying it towards the meeting of outsiders. She places herself between Mary and Treeni, placing their drinks before them. She leans across the table to place drinks in front of Syrex and Lux with a wink. "We've got stew, venison steaks and numble pie if you are hungry."<br/><br/>The rest of the patrons do their best to not overtly listen into the conversation.