<strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mirish</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Mediocrates thanked Mirish and returned to the task of wafting away the fumes, since the fumes were diminishing but the frustration of his immediate neighbours were not.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ragsy / Torner / Leigh</span></span></strong><br/><br/><em>Rag Insight check - Marginal success</em><br/><br/>It would have been easier to hear what was going on at the back of the tavern, except the bard had redoubled his efforts at being the focus of everyone's attention and his singing had become especially forceful. All Ragsy was able to glean was that the man in farmer's clothes seemed to be intimating to some crisis which required immediate attention.<br/><br/><em>Leigh Persuasion roll - success</em><br/><br/>The four men raised their brows at the eclectically dressed Leigh and glanced between him and the farmer. They were evidently happy enough to let the raving man be someone else's problem. This was only reinforced when Leigh was joined by Torner with his sinister voice and, most unexpectedly of all, an elf druid.<br/><br/>"So be it," one of them said. "Put a drink in him or put him in the esturary, we couldn't care less so long as we don't have to listen to his ranting."<br/><br/>The four men returned to the bar and the farmer was left shaking and flustered. He seemed rather caught off guard by the turn of events, no doubt glad to have someone finally listen to him but perhaps also surprised to have his audience be such an unlikely group.<br/><br/>"Nobody wants to listen to the talk anymore," he said with a rustic rural accent. "The city guard's ignoring all the signs. And now my farm is under attack and the people drink as if it's nothing!"<br/><br/><em>Torner Insight check - success</em><br/><br/>The two men at the table nearby who had been quiet earlier on look down at their drinks quietly. Torner recognised it as the gesture of men who believed there was a threat, but had not the bravery in them to offer to help.<br/><br/>"We must go now," Farmer Redford continued. "The city guard won't listen. I need able men to chase the evil off my farm. My son is there now, hiding in the farmhouse. I've been gone too long already, who knows what might have become of him!"