Falco sat rather still and allowed his wounds to be treated. He was staring into space where the cloaked man was sitting a minute ago. Falco had heard the woman's joke, and he could spell the strong scent of spearmint, but he did not seem to acknowledge these facts. Instead he began to speak, but his words were directed at no one in particular, more as if he was speaking what he was thinking.
"A black dragon, a child, perhaps adolescent. Yellow eyes and a clawed hand...Burn wounds from the acid, that makes sense. I should have lost my arm. How did he know about the Orb? I thought I was careful, when I must have instead been careless. Fruendithas, who is he? Who would know who he is, or who the cloaked man was? Perhaps the Inn patrons?" Falco brought his right arm up to his left shoulder and winced in pain as the adrenaline wore off from the shock.
"Hell, I was doing it again, thinking out loud...You will have to excuse my rude demeanor. I am Falco Leahcim and I thank you for attending to my wounds. Now I must be rude again and ask bluntly do any of you know who that man was or what he was talking about?" His question was directed across the entire room, although most of the patrons either shook their heard or got up and left.
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