The tavern keep smiled as the iL was slid to him. "Thank ya kindly laddy." After pocketing the coin he watched as Leifr left, looking now to Lyrisa. "I have to say lass, you don't really see people like that every day. First person to call that ol' Selvus by the name of Sir Selvus. Man is no knight, but i'll bet he can fight better than one. Drinks better than them too. Still, that Leifr fella will be a face I remember for a while. First person ever to call me 'milord'."

"And probably the last, eh Khelgin? The only thing you're the lord over is holding your swill." The patron who had held Leifr down earlier spoke, laughing as he took a drink from his flagon. 

"Aye, ain't that the truth. I'm also the lord over knocking smug fellas like you face first to the floor with my fists." The tavern keep let out a hearty laugh before turning back to Lyrisa. "Sorry bout that lass, and don't worry, I know not to treat ya like a child, although others might. You're gonna have to get used to that lass, anyway..." He pocketed the iL that Lyrisa slid to him. 

"If its specials ya want, come back on the day of the festival. For now, its some beef, meat, and drink for ya. Ya seem more like a water drinker though, most Scribe or knowledgeable types like ya are." 

A few minutes later a different tavern wench than the one Lyrisa talked to earlier came by, placing a plate with some pork and bread upon it, a basic tavern meal. It was warm though, and tasted quite good for a basic meal. It was also filling as well for a person with an empty stomach. 
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When Fiore entered the small, but effective barracks they were small, but they worked. When Fiore entered the guard that brought him here looked back to him. "Alright, stay here for a moment, ill go grab the captain." With that, he left, walking to a door on the other side of the barracks. 

A few minutes later the guard returned with [url=http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/237/6/d/medieval_dude_by_zoonoid-d6jqfoe.jpg]another man[/url]. He seemed to be in about his mid thirties, a halberd strapped to his back and an axe upon one hip and a short sword upon the other. The man had an air of confidence around him, one that was needed for protecting a village. 

"So, you are here to help investigate the disappearances? Probably here for the promised coin no doubt. Doesn't matter really, just as long as someone finds out what happened to them stops them, maybe even bring the missing people back alive. The name's Selvus. I take it you are someone who likes to get to the end of things quickly, so lets cut to the chase. You'll be awarded upon your return with either information on the disappearances, proof that whoever is doing this is stopped, or perhaps even those who have been abducted." Selvus then walked over to a table, a map upon it, gesturing for Fiore to come over. 

"If its leads you want, we think that the culprits are a group of bandits, who we believe have made camp a north of here by about a day's ride. They've been harassing traders, hunters, and whoever else is unfortunate enough to travel that area." He pointed to a small group of hills on the map, which were not too far north of their current location. A day's ride about. "Any questions?"