Meanwhile, in the FAI..

[Broham2]

A lithe Halfling woman is sauntering about the Friendly Arm Inn market stalls, viewing the wares when she overhears the news of the Hellstorm crew’s recent status of ‘Wanted Outlaws’ by those in Baldurs Gate. She stops to listen and recalls seeing the man recently and pauses as she weighs her options. Shaking her head, she continues on, keeping her ears toward those around her.

About the same time a worn-looking dwarf barges through, with dented armor and a foul smell about him takes a hard swig from a mug he carries sloppily. As he hears the conversation he grabs one horn on his helmet and exclaims..

“Oh Ho! I’ll knock ‘is teef down his troat fer that kin o coin! And ah s’pose the needle swingin fancy-foot’s eeder at da roarin’shore or camped up wit a cabin boy somewhere, aye?” and laughs as he walks away, half stumbling, toward out on to the tradeway.