An elf enters the Royal Oak

Nadin Moonbolt waits until the Inn gets the most empty possible and walks the way to the bartender and have a sit

I would like to drink cormyrian ale if you have, some time I don't taste it. I know you want finish for today, but my business are brief.

The elf promptly pays the drink and than continues in a lowered tone.

You don't need to talk me nothing, neither if you know where she is, nor if you know her personally. We are in war and we know soon things can deteriorate fast. I want you to know that Nadin Moonbolt, officer of the Akh'Velahr, seeks for the Bard of Shadowdale, as her help is necessary... any Akh'Velahr soldier knows me.

The elf let some gold coins to him while waits if the bartender has something to say or nothing at all.

((I'll chime in as Jarrin is almost always alone in the Oak when I have time to log in and has been handling things since Mara left. If anyone would rather me not, just speak up and I'll delete this ))

*Jarrin smiles his charming smile and starts rummaging around behind the bar*

I know we got some of that stuff left. Made a special order for it a while back for some of them purple fellas. They was always askin for it, so got a few cases. *he looks up over the bar at Nadin* Them boys sure can drink, ya know.

*He rummages a bit longer mumbling about why things are never where he left them when the joint is always so empty anyway. Eventually, he emerges with a triumphant smile and a bottle of dark red wine and a clean glass.* Know’d it was in here somewhere.

*He pours the glass of wine and pushes it over*

Now, what’s this bout a Bard of Shadowdale? I don’t go there too often no more, but seen a buncha them singers and story-tellers round town. Hells…lotsa them used ta come in here fore the joint got all deserted. Can’t even talk the tiny twins over there inta doin a little dance review ta get the ladies in. I mean…they work out and I know Franz can do some wigglin. Not that he’d ever admit it. But I seen him when he thought no body was watchin.

*He straightens up and wipes the bar after noticing he went off on a tangent* Er…anyhow…ifn ya lookin for someone, I been known ta set up a meetin or ten in my day. Don’t even need a name ifn ya wanna keep that quiet. Just a description of the bard ya wanna chat with and I can probly find him…or her. Not so good with names anyhow. *Jarrin grins a bit at the last part*

*Smiles softly* Yes, I would like to meet THE bard of Shadowdale... the real one. But I understand, many simply don't know, and I know no meeting can be arranged unless this is her wish... I'll poke around trying to find clues, I just hope the chosen is in no peril. Sweet waters and light laughers.

*With this the elf finishes the cup and leaves, without look back*