Enelye

Enelye walked into the Waery Tankard. She looked around for Hrothgar. He looked at her sideways from his corner booth as she walked in. She looked outfitted for travel, and no worse for the talking to from the Baron.

She walked over to the barkeep, who pointed her in the direction of Hrothgar. He still had his hood up, concealing his face. Enelye looked at Hrothgar with a puzzled look then walked slowly to his table. Upon reaching it she said, "Rufus tells me you are looking for me? I do not think I recognize you sir. Who may you be and what may I help you with?" She stood in front of Hrothgar casually, but defiantly, not knowing it was him.

Hrothgar, what do you do?

"I'll have beer while I wait for her," Hrothgar said.

Rufus

"She was in here last night talking to a somber gent. Haven't seen her but the other one lit outta here after the Captain of the Guard smacked him in the face." Rufus chuckled," I reckon the other one and the elf got into some places they shouldn'ta. They went west onto the Marches. Came back with some treasure, but also got a boastful, pain in the neck, killed. So I reckon the Baron wanted to hear their story." Rufus , casually cleaned the bar. "So, you be buying anything, or maybe some lodging? I'm all talked out."

Hrothgar looked around and saw several people already enjoying the Tankards sweet ales and dark draughts.

Hrothgar strode over to the bar and slapped a few gold pieces on the bar.
"Have seen an eleven woman?," Hrothgar tried to pitch his voice different. "She would have been here earlier in the company of a tall handsome, dark haired fellow. She then left with some of the local constabulary".

Weary Tankard part Deux

Hrothgar strode into the Weary Tankard, his face concealed under the hood and cape. The barman looked at him strangely. Hrothgars face was not his own, an amalgom of everyman. It was a little unsettling to look at because of its plastic nature. And futher, it was a nice day out and the cape made him look suspicious. But some folks preferred to be anonymous these days.

"Name's Rufus, get you somethin?" said the barman to Hrothgar.