"Tell me, for I can do many things if not, kind innkeeper, what is the status of the conflicts in this region? Who are the powerful clans that rule? What is their goal? Can you tell me names?
..................................Where can I find them?"
This is the latest news, I think it might be a good plan to check this man out, he seems mighty curious about the comings and goings of this place. He said to the innkeeper before he left for his room,
"Have any messages addressed to me posted on my door, so that all who pass by can see, and let no person enter my chamber, lack for me."
He said this without a single glance from beneath his hood. He left without even leaving a name, almost no personal detail whatsoever. All of us in the room felt as though he was waiting for information, information that would enable him to make a move. What move do you ask sirs? We do not know. We just have a feeling in our bones.
There is one more thing though, I myself caught a glance, just one glance, but I saw a golden tag attached to his undergarment, it was a name tag, forged by skilled smiths, and the name it read was pronouced Lord Naismith. We know not where or how, for we are just simple folk in this place, perhaps one of you sirs have heard of this name perhaps?
Local Townsman