As Jason goes through the town, buying drinks and digging for details about the owners of the Nymph and the parties who had recently departed the town, he got sparse information. Apparently the owner of the Nimble Nymph was a halfling female, the bartender in fact, one Tera Swiftapple. She was known to be an honest businesswoman and was well regarded in town. No one is sure who she contracted to eavesdrop proof her private rooms, but everyone agreed they were quite useful. The last two parties in town had made a bit of a stir, both bragging about how they were off to the Moor to find wealth untold while buying up enough supplies for an extended trip into the wilderness. The second party had all been mounted on horses, and had seemed to be of the opinion that if they could move fast they could beat the prior party to their objective. None seemed aware that both parties were now deceased.<br/><br/>As Jason wandered the town, he kept a sharp eye on his surroundings, and managed to barely snag sight of the most ordinary looking man in the world. But he knew for a certainty, that he had seen that man in every tavern he had been in so far that day. He was being followed.<br/><br/>Alexonder's search for adventuring gear could take him to several places. There were a number of merchants who sold miscellaneous gear for adventurers, and many caravans set up who could satisfy the need.