The answer to this proposition was an obvious one for the Lord Celanor. He wasn't one to oppose the law, so he would much rather support the local helpless farmer than perform possibly illegal work for a jeweller. "I am no cutthroat, nor am I a common criminal. I will help the farmer, for the servitude must be protected." He spoke, valiant as ever.

Is thah due to everyone's favorite murderess? Daithi grunted as he looked around the bar of the counter, mindlessly drumming his fingers against the wood surface as his eyes slowly settled back on to the Tavernlady.
She don exahly seem da type ta be sharin information, if that's what yer implyin

Riachi nodded, taking a sip from his ale right after. "You have my gratitude lady Elberry. I shall not squander this generous opertunity you have granted me, lest your good and gracious name suffers."

For now, riachi would wait. Perhaps he could find someone to talk to in order to make the time pass more quickly. His armour may have been more agile and less heavy than ordinary plate armour, but that did not change the fact that a storm wears heavy on full metal garment.

The inn, which was still filled with the common folk of the small town. The storm was no doubt the reason why no one was leaving, which in effect served as a boon to the innkeepers.

Riachi stood himself up and approached one of the guards. Most quest takers did not see eye to eye with them, but riachi was a man of civility and law. He enjoyed conversing with them. There was something noble about them working for the protection of the common folk which made them appealing to riachi. Perhaps, riachi thought himself alike to them. Or perhaps, it was because he had grown up being taught how to handle a sword by an ex-guard.

Rioichi Celanor:
The guard, a tall man with a scar right across his face, noticed Riachi approaching. "Ah, good evening sir! Hope you're enjoying this stormy night!" the tall man yelled so it could be heard through the singing of the common folk. He had his helmet placed next to him and an almost empty mug in his hand.

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Daithi O'Cormac:
"Sure," the tavern lady replied. "It'll cost 80 medions. That's with a cut as thanks for carrying the corpse out."

Rioichi Celanor:
Sure enough. In the tavern, there was a handful of armoured men. Only some of looked to be guards judging by their armour. These men sat around in groups but this one sat alone. "You seem like a good man, sir," said the jolly knight with a bright smile. "Please, sit down."