OOC: The difference is how the information is acquired. Knowledge means your own person thoughts and takes no time. Diplomacy tends to indicate that you've spoken with people to gain the information (and by rules takes 1d4 hours but I only use that as needed.)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Syrex (Know (Local))</div><div class="spoiler_body">The weather is unreasonable cooler. The heavy cloaks should have been stored away and snow should not be drifting down in visible patches over the deeper part of the wood. It just doesn't do that.</div></div><br/>"I get all the pretty men today. But they are all asking questions." She lets out a pouting sigh, still feeling flirty from her encounter with Lux. She brings out another glass and fills it with her Three Devil Ale.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Syrex (Diplomacy)</div><div class="spoiler_body">"The Ulfan is bedded up at the Willowbark. It's an apothecary in town, almost behind the tavern here." she points at the west wall, indicating the location was there. "He's been telling Ulfen stories about monsters that don't exist in these parts. Kepp was on about one as well. Giant White Weasel or Rat. What you might find interesting," She leans closer to Syrex, lowering her voice to a more intiment, teasing whisper. "Is that these stories might not be too far fetched. Old Man Dansby's farm's been half raided by something and the rest has frozen over. Don't go telling people I believe these stories." She lets a final coy smile slip before returning to her bar tending.</div></div><br/>"If you've got the gold, those two can drink all they want. Find yourselves a table and I'll keep acting as a bar maid." She lets out the giggle of a younger woman, setting up a tray with glasses for Ale.<br/><br/>The tables are small, round and clean as are the functional chairs surrounding them. Each table has three or four chairs at it. Only a handful of townsfolk are present, not enough to fill the tavern by any means. Though, without a direct question, most of them are willing to ignore the actions of the strangers in exchange for a peaceful drinking environment.