[[OOC: sorry, I was away since friday and forgot to tell you guys. I hope you were not just waiting me]]

"I think that's all for now. Thank you very much!" Fadi says, leaving to meet his other companions.

“Found something interesting?” Asks Kalhiri leaning against the shack.

Garth looks around when Fadi returns, then stands and makes ready to move off into town to the inn previously discussed.

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“Found something interesting?” Asks Kalhiri leaning against the shack.

 " Not really. The delegation passed through here and picked up supplies."

“Good to know, that means they’ve got coins. In case we do manage to help them, we might at least be compensated for the effort, “ concludes Kalhiri. And motions to proceed to the inn.

The Watchful Knight is the best and only inn in the little town. It isn't as big or comfortable as The Swinging Sword, but the a little bit cramped interior is nice enough. Most people in the common room are fellow travelers stopping here for a day on a trip to one of the larger citadels nearby. The proprietor of the inn, a burly man with a bushy black mustache and a wide smile plastered on his face looks over the establishment. 

Kalhiri enters the inn and beelines to the bar with not more than a quick glance over the room. “A tankard of ale,” she greets the proprietor. “A calm little town this Beliard is,” she comments while waiting to be served. “Or would you know of anything of interest for the adventuring type?” 

Garth follows to the bar, orders an ale then nods at Kalhiri's question, waiting for a response.

Pyre-Winder follows but stays outside.

Fadi peeks inside, but decides some fresh air will be good for him. He'll stay outside with Pyre-Winder.

The barkeeep looked to be human, but on close inspection you realize it is a halfling standing on a stool behind the bar. He has short orange hair on his head and a small patch of hair on his chin. He climbs up a ladder to where the beer tankard is and pours three drinks. "Is there anything else I can get ya?" he asks 

"I've heard a delegation passed through town lately and has disappeared shortly after, " Kalhiri specifies after her initially question has simply been ignored. "My friends and me have a mind to find them, you know anything about them? Have they stayed in your fine establishment before their departure?" she asks, while preparing 5 silver coins for the drinks which she holds clearly visible without handing over just yet, waiting for a response first. 

The halfling chuckle. 'Well I don't own the inn, that be that man over there," he points to the man in the big bushy mustache at the check in counter. "But yes I served a few drinks to delegation.

“Could you describe them to us? We’re looking for them, because they’ve disappeared and it would be helpful to have as much detail about them as possible. You look like a smart, observant fellow, “ Kalhiri tries to sweet talk him (poorly) into giving a good description to his best knowledge. “I’m sure you recall these odd folks, right? How did they look?”

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"well a lot of the people I served were guard. The big humans and dwarves in these big black coats, I think maybe four of them . I was pretty drunk that day," he rambles a bit more until he gets back on track. "There was this dwarf in these fancy robes who looked like he was in charge of the whole delegation. And... a bunch of other people, I don't remember them all.

Garth nods and takes another mouthful of ale while he thinks about what the halfling has said. As with all tracking, time was of the essence.

"How long ago did they leave town?" he asks.

"A few days ago. Said they were heading for a place called summit Hall" 

"How many they were?" Kalhiri continues her line of questions, "More like ten, or rather twenty, or even fifty in total? And they travelled with a cart, right? Or several?" She asks trying to picture the attention a large group must gather. They really should be able to find their tracks, such a large body of people must leave some tracks that can't be hard to find, she ponders as she sips on her ale. 

Garth nods, "Thanks, sounds like our lot, eh?"

He finished his ale and orders another and as the barkeep serves him asks, "Did they say who it was they were hoping to meet, or why?"

The barkeep makes a clicking sound with his tonge. "Not to me, i don't think"