!EGl50Sr6go 01/09/12(Mon)20:57 No.17482380|
Using a quick burst of heat followed by a faint cloud of vapor, you figure the best course of action is to just ask the man the details. Rising to your feet, you gingerly maneuver your way over to the seated man, until you are looming over him.
>"A WORD, IF YOU WOULD PLEASE."
Dead silence follows the booming grated voice. The man seems to drunk to notice anything and turns to you, sloshing even more ale over you. "Yeah what d'you want jumbo?" The mans lack of intimidation, even while drunk bothers you.
>"TELL ME ABOUT THE MURDERS."
People slowly start going back to their own conversations, trying to ignore the grinding voice that called out. Looking up at you trying to focus, he suddenly laughs "pffha look at you, your drunker than half the people 'ear, your face is all red." Tugging your hood farther down your head, you wished you could have done something about the glow. You are about to speak again, when he goes on telling his story, about how he had found a new lead in the case regarding the murders and he was given a recommendation because of it. He was here to celebrate but every one else was too busy with the "fucking murder crap" to come drink with him.
Taking another long swig, he continued, telling much of what you had overheard with some new information. "So thats when we figured that old missus was talking about one of them "followers of the water" types going around, new church them is, growing strong against us followers of the fire god." Taking yet another drink, he continued "They have a church down in the old underground, lots of water down there, they have this weird magic that lets them drink from anything. Whatever that means."
With that the man collapsed and started snoring loudly.
>Shall you return to your room to await Drei, or something else?