Jecht had taken to standing in the shadows of the the candle-lighted room. Once the doctor had rudely pushed Thengise aside Jecht whispered in her ear in their native tongue
Jecht-Still looking for adventure, are we?
Before she could reply back Jecht left the room and went back outside to confront the attacker and murderer. The man had run into the arms of the town's guards and had no chance for an escape. Jecht questioned the man but was unable to get any clear response from him. The man's breath reeked of the bar's ale and Jecht ordered the man to be placed in the jail until he was sober enough to be questioned. Jecht went back into the bar when he felt a urgent pulling on his arm. He looked over and saw.......
OoC: BTW you guys do know that our group will head to Mordor to fight Sauron right? The Tavern is north of Mordor[cut me some slack, first RpG I've actually started, all by my lonesome]
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