OOC: Let me do Res for ya
IOC:
The dwarf and the halfling continue to push eachother around for a while, muttering angrily to eachother, then they finally let eachother go. The halfling straightens his clothes a bit and walks over to the newcomer.
"Greetings, good man, how fares travel? You can call me Res, I am the informant around here, but no, I am not here to sell information. Would you mind come over to our table so we can have a chat?..."
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The last arrow of Legolas kindled in the air as it flew,
and plunged burning into the heart of a great wolf-chieftain.
All the others fled. -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
