The dwarf chuckled at the youths reply. “That may be so but I have no doubt you lads know this city better that most adults. This coin and its partner will go to the lad that can find this Marta, mother of Nicolai for me first. I’ll be waiting… ” Feldard glanced about a moment and then pointed to the nearest Inn, “there at that Inn.”
Stephan followed Feldard’s gaze to the inn. A sign depicted an orc juggling a variety mugs, steins and goblets filled with various libations. It appropriately read Ye Juggling Orc Inne. “Da. Looks good to me.” He hefted his bag making ready to go but waiting on group consensus. “We can also ask inside about Marta. And look, they have some outdoor tables. Spring is in the air and we can watch for the lads’ return.”
“Very well,” Hasan agreed, reluctantly. The elf watched as seven youth fanned out in different directions.
As the group headed into the inn, Ludo decided that his day would be better spent getting supplies. He turned to Maruc, I am going to gather some supplies, arrows and such like, I will meet you one hour before dusk in the inn. I will also look for Nicolai’s family. Perhaps Arthol the guardsman will know her. Nicolai was a rogue after all, thus his family might be known to the law in this town. I might head down to the Hook and Hatchet and do some investigating.”
Maruc nodded to Ludo, who then headed off into the crowd blending into the throng of people. The prient then followed the others into the tavern and ordered up an ale. He sat on the table with his back to the wall. If anyone was going to locate Marta with speed and subtly, Ludo would. He watched Miklos book rooms and eye’d the locals for suspicious actions.
Miklos passed a few coins to the barman and booked rooms for the night and a hot meal. “I am looking for the Filandov family. Have you heard of whereabouts they live?” he asked.
Ye Juggling Orc Inne was bustling with activity. There were over twenty patrons occupying spots inside and out.
He summoned the waiter, a slender, man who approached the group gingerly. “A flagon of your finest ale for the dwarf, who is king of the street children. Your coolest white grapewine for me. Right away, now!” The elf slouched in a chair and waited for the news to trickle back. A skinny youth wearing an orc mask was doing some juggling to entertain inn’s patrons and draw in passersby. It would be five hours until nightfall.
Feldard watched as the kids scattered to their task, then followed the elf to the Inn, smiling as the elf knew him well enough to order an ale for him. Feldard sat down across from Hasan. He glanced about the room before settling his eyes on the slouching elf. “Don’t worry Hasan! I doubt we’ll be here more than a night or so, if that. I suspect Miklos already has notions as to where the quest leads next.”
Ludo wandered around the market street, picking up the occasional supplies as he came across them, after the riverboat fight he was in desperate need for some arrows and a few extra strongs for his bow would also come in handy. He felt quite safe as he explored the town centre. He doubted Golthar would try anything in broad daylight. As the afternoon wore on, he made his way to the Hook and Hatchet to see if Arthol had finished his shift. It was time to make some enquiries.
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After a couple of hours passed, one of the youths raced through the crowded streets and over to the dwarf.
“Sir dwarf!” he excitedly said. “Am I the first to return? Aye! I have found her. She was livin‘ in the slums on Fogor Isle, but now she be over on the Mainland proper. I can take ye to her if ye wish.”
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Ludo entered the Hook and Hatchet Inn. It was filling up as the town guardsmen were all coming off of their day shift and going out to get their fill of food and drink.
“You again?” grunted Arthol as the rogue approached him. “And just what do you be wantin’?” he asked crossing his large arms and rolling his one good eye.