Oliver was leaning over the porch railing when Sigurd and Syna approached the inn, eagerly trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on around the fountain but too worried to leave the inn unattended, especially with all the suspicious noontime drinkers that crowded the bar. He composed himself a bit as Sigurd drew closer, as the knight seemed unfamiliar; Oliver knew most every soldier stationed in Rauru by now (many of them were regulars at the bar) so the appearance of one such uniquely armored knight with a non-standard issue greatsword left him a bit uneasy. Hopefully this wasn't one of Viscen's enforcers come to rough him up for answers.

Syna, on the other hand, seemed a little too familiar. He'd heard stories of a witch's apprentice with a distinct lack of kind things to say, and he recognized the distinct white robe as well; it was likely she'd been a customer before, but with how many strange characters came through it was hard to recall exactly.

"I'd be careful who you show those rings to. I saw one of those weasely Subrosian folks walk into town just yesterday, wearing some rings just like those. You wouldn't want people thinking you two are in cahoots 'cause I'm sure he's up to no good," mused Oliver, casually, as the girl turned to enter the inn. "Word to the wise; never trust a Subrosian without a shovel in his hand." Oliver's warning spoke to the suspicious reputation that Subrosians tended to hold in Labrynna. You couldn't really blame them; after all, if someone told you that there was a race of hooded hermit people that came from an underground realm, ate lava and used colored chunks of ore as their currency, you would be suspicious too. Many Labrynnans had never seen a Subrosian with their own eyes, let alone gotten to know one. The fact that most of the Subrosians on the continent were either migrant mine workers or uneducated vagrants didn't help matters in the slightest.

Syna would enter the bar to find it a little crowded. The bar especially seemed nearly full up with daytime drinkers, but two seats appeared to be open; one was between a Goron with the look of a traveling merchant and a pair of rather shady looking gentleman in dark somewhat tattered clothes with two longswords proudly displayed on their outer hips. The other was at the end of the bar, adjacent to a Business Scrub clamoring loudly for another cup of water, although his requests seemed to be completely inert on the young female bartender who had her hands full scrubbing an empty mug and looking blankly off into the distance. Of course, there were many empty booths and tables around the common room to choose from, but where's the fun in that?

Meanwhile, Oliver wasted no time in questioning Sigurd on the porch, eager to snag a few details on the incident before Viscen came around and told everyone to hush up about it. "So I assume Viscen has you out cracking heads to try to figure who killed that poor knight, huh. Well, if you've come to check my inn for lowlifes and such, I can't say I've noticed anyone too suspicious here aside from that Subrosian fellow, and he checked out yesterday," explained Oliver. "It may interest you to know, however, that those two colorful characters with the longswords on their hips met with that Subrosian guy in the alley behind the inn two days ago, but they still haven't checked out yet," he continued, gesturing to the two shady looking gentlemen in question (who could be seen through the doorway). "I didn't catch what they were talking about, but considering they scurried off when they realized I was out there too I bet it was something they wanted to keep secret."

Oliver, pushed off the railing with a grunt of exertion, knowing his old body had a long day ahead of him yet. He'd been away from the bar far too long already, and he half-suspected that his part-timer had somehow burned the place down by now. "Feel free to use my tavern to 'pursue this lead', but if things are about to get messy, take it outside. I have enough trouble cleaning up after the drunks anyway," sighed Oliver, shaking his head as he passed through the doorway and quickly made his way behind the bar to grab as glass of the water for the poor parched Business Scrub.