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Joram eyed the ruffian, quite casually, his cool demeanor showed no fear, he might well have not even heard the hoodlum, by his reaction. He then slowly turns his back to ruffian, making sure his own purse is secure, as he walks into a local tavern. Joram then sits down at the table and orders some lunch, with money out of the ruffian's purse that he had snatched while he was threatening him. He also orders a pint of their finest mead, which was still of a fairly poor quality, considering the inn was a pretty run down. The few people in the inn consisted mostly of a few local hoods, and brawlers. Most respectable people wouldn't be caught dead in this establishment so Joram figured that it would be a perfect place to start looking for accomplices. So far there was really no one of interest in the tavern, so Joram settled back into the shadows of his corner seat to watch and wait.