Oprah squints, going up onto her hairy toes, to look through the crowd.<br/><br/>"There," she says, pointing to a portly gentleman, greying hair fringing a balding pate, and a thin, well-trimmed beard adorning his face.  He wears a long red robe fringed with brown fur at the wrists and collar.  He has a quiet, contemplative air about him, and Zemok gets the feeling that he is also a man of the Craft.<br/><br/>He seems to notice you, as a subtle smile crosses his lips, and he approaches.<br/><br/>As he does so, you see the young man who last night left the tavern in a huff.  He is with an older man, and two younger men.  The resemblance between the four is remarkable, and the man from the tavern clearly points out you, the adventurers.<br/><br/>The four disperse, but you notice that as each move their own separate ways that they spare a glance or a glare in your direction.<br/><br/>The eldest in fact moves past your group leaving the market square.<br/><br/>"Caius," he says with a nod to the Mayor, then glares balefully at you as he walks past.<br/><br/>"Gareth," the Mayor replies with a nod in his turn.<br/><br/>"Oprah," he says as he nears you, "tell me you have snagged this fine looking band to assist Larm in its time of need?"