Fellowship of the Dice

Drak leans in closely and speaks with a softer voice. "Lets just say that we are saving lives by taking these. And now we have to not let anyone know we have them. Or bad things could start happening."

Milon nods and taps his nose, "I get your meaning. Well they are safe with us here, as safe as they could be any place really." He yawns, "Its late, care for a night cap woman of my Dreams? Or anything else, if not, I'm cold and tired and I'm going back to bed."

Dreams says in mild amusement, "Well, you'll be going back to your bed cold, tired and alone eventually, but we might need some more help in the mean time. Have you been to this city before? Do you have any connections here you trust? We need to dig up some information."

"Or hear anyone talking about underground tunnels?" Drak adds.

Milon finishes hiding the urns under all the caravan's stuff. He ties it down, tossing a rope to Drak to help. He frowns at Dream's comment about going to bed alone, he keeps trying, but isn't getting anywhere with the Elohim. "I've been here, several times, supply trips for the Consortium, that's why you brought me, or maybe it was for my rugged good looks?" He rubs his hands and blow in them against the cold. "Let's go inside its freezing out here." So you head into Inn, at this hour its mostly empty now, only a few tables of people are sitting playing cards drinking. Bumbo is at one of the tables, apparently getting fleeced by the locals at poker.

Milon gets a warm cider, and speaks in a whisper, "I've heard he rumors Drak, they run in and out of the keep from someplace in the south of town. Word was some old duke or lord or what not was using them to cheat on his wife with a young lady in town, but those are tales of drunk miners and stuff. Personally, never seen them."

Dreams orders wine, then asks Milon, "Do you know anyone locally who might know and might be willing to share that information?"

Milon yawns, sips the drink when it arrives, he seems tired, "Personally? No. Keep guards? The Mining company representatives? Smugglers? Maybe the current Baron is doing the same thing..." he looks around, "...but I don't see any Ladies of the Night, if you catch my drift."

As you are sitting talking, Celevan, Braedon and Torias arrive in the Inn.