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It is strange that you even notice him. He looks like any number of peasants you may have seen at Haven. The man walks in, asks for some food and ale in a perfectly normal way, takes his chair in a perfectly normal way, and begins to eat in a perfectly normal way. You walk past him trying not to make it known that you are staring at him. You take a seat at a table in back of this stranger and continue to observe him through out his dinner.

He slowly eats his food apparently enjoying every bite. He takes his wine goblet between his fingers and draws deep the smells before taking a sip and putting it back down. You think you spy the smallest hint of a grin on his face as his continues to eat.

*Corbyn walks in and gets a drink. Looking around he notices the peasant and approaches*

Greetings, strikingly nondescript peasant. Have we met before? You look as though you come from the Haven village. If so, please tell me if you have noticed any other elven activities of late.

He raises an eyebrow and in a voice that is soft but unsure how to characterize "strikingly nondescript peasant"??

after a moments pause he says much more distictly
Please define for me what you mean by: any other elven activities?

He takes another sip of his wine and awaits your response.

*Kidwynn who is in the building keeps a watchful eye on Corbyn and the individual in the room.*

Recently the elves built a strange machine in the fields and gave the farmers the day off. I was wondering if you have seen any other such happenings.

I didn't catch your name, would you care to give it? I am Corbyn Gravesbane.

My name is Ellis, just Ellis.

He pauses for a moment. "Corbyn? Are you not the one who eats children?"

He takes another sip of his wine. Savors it and then puts it down.

I have not seen your type before. What are you exactly?

Another grin stretches across his face as he awaits your answer.

The orc throws a table across the room and the room grows quiet as most peopl in the room are startled even the music stops before the bard changes tunes to something strangely appropriate to what is going on.

That is everyone, but the man at the table. It takes you a moment, but then you realize the man never flintched and never even bothered to look at the orc or the table. On the contrary the man continues to await corban's responce.

The man takes another sip of wine.

*Once things die with between Ren and the orc, Kidwynn observes the man talking to Corbyn.*

"Why are you so intent on looking at me"

The man says matter of factly without taking his eyes off Corbyn.

Hmm what a bore. I fear this dragon thing you seem to have has made you dumb.

With that the man pats off his lip and stands up to leave walking with such grace he appears to almost float.