Daithi O'Cormac:
"Fingers," a bystander mumbled back. "They are dearer to a man and she seems to be a resolute woma--" The bystander didn't have time to finish for then the man managed to kick the woman in the stomach and so finally made her lose her grip. The man took a few steps away from the table, grabbed a little knife from his pocket and said, "I really don't like your tone little lady. Time to teach you some manners." The woman stumbled backwards and crumbled over her hurting stomach and... then she just laughed. "Oh, you're definitely irrelevant to me now." And with that, she charged forward or rather around him. He tried to keep up but, before anyone realised it, she was behind him with one hand on his chin and the other on the back of his head. He tried to stab her and almost succeeded but then *snap* he was on the ground. "Oh for Laios's sake, Melody!" The sunkissed middle-aged tavern lady yelled. "He attacked me. I was in my full right to do that." "No sweetheart. You attacked him." "You're not gonna tell on me. Non of you are, right?" The bit was told with a somewhat passive aggressive firmness and she walked away and sat down at an empty table.

The Sailor quirked his eyebrow at the casual murder of someone she had been interrogating, shaking his head as he knelt before the dead man. I'll geh 'em out befur he starhs stinkin' da place up," Daithi grunted to the Tavern-keeper in an overly exaggerated accent, throwing the dead man's arm over his shoulder. Stumbling slightly as he rorse to his feet-- internally cursing his Mage nature for the umpteenth time today-- he made his way to the door with the corpse's dead weight weighing him down.

When he made it outside and the door was safely shut behind him, Daithi would check the man's pockets for any sort of items of interesting or value-- after all, a man has to earn a living, or ain't that right? After all, this storm was liable to keep him land-side for any number of hours or days, and he might as well begin investigating in this missing fella. Maybe the man too stubborn for life had something that could act a clue, no?

Ashley would be the best chance naturally to find a good lead. It was a good thing the inn was so festive, although the reason therefore was beyond him. "Ashley, an ale and a word if you will!" Riachi yelled out with his empty mug raised.

Rioichi Celanor:
It took a good couple of minutes before Ashley was able to serve Riachi. When she finally came over she just swiftly took the mug and disappeared into the crowd once again. A moment later she appeared again with a full mug. She placed it in front of Riachi and opened her palm. "That'll be 10."

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Daithi O'Cormac:
By just reading the first few lines Daithi could tell it had been written in a haste. It was messy and the letters sometimes mixed together. Some places it was so bad it had rendered the area unreadable. The letter said:

Dear Yulia, Martin, Leonard and Nasalous

To start I must say sor---- It was devastating having to leave you but I had no other choice. You must have heard rumours that I am one the run. I must confirm these rumours. I was recently informed that some group is h----r why I yet not know. But don't worry my dears. To my knowledge, they will not hurt you. Tread carefully nevertheless. Do not open the door for anyone except the serv---- I can not tell you - my whereabouts for that is too dangerous to tell by letter but if you desperately need me go to Drag---- and ask for Sir ----on. He will be able to help you. And remember, I love you, stay st----

Philip

Riachi nodded. He took the mug and took out another 10 medion. But he didn't hand it over just yet. "Lady Alberry. A word if you would. You are a woman with a reputation for having contacts." He spoke, a bit more quietly, but loud enough so that Ashley could hear him over the sound of drinking men and women.

"Spoken like a true merchant, m'lady!" Riachi yelled, somewhat taken aback at first by the brazen of 'lady' Ashley Alberry. She looked so much sweeter than her reputation let on. He handed over the 10 medions.

"Blame it on the sea-- damn near killed mah back on the way in," Daithi said as he reached back, rubbing along the tops of his shoulders. Sure it was exaggerated, but he was somewhat sore after he needed to fight against the winds and the waves to finally reach the dock.
"What's the stiff's business, anyway. Seemed like just some bloke with a death wish," He said as he let out a breath, tugging his cap off of his ears.