"Well, for one, the Drow was a PSION, not a wizard. This is odd, as most Drow have no psionic powers. hmm"said Tem

{}{}{If you look at page two, you'll see that, quote:"Good afternoon, sir." Marcus presented himself.The man in black didn't turn to look at Marcus: "What's good about it?" was all he said.
Marcus could see the man had a plate of food on the table in front of him. Some sort of stew, by the looks of it, with a wooden spoon in it. No weapons were aparant. The man was wearing a long black cape, a black heavy broad-brimed hat, and black panteloons. His shirt was open at the chest, but an undershirt was visible there. On the bench oposite him a large sack and a heavy leather greatcoat sat piled together. "I'd like to make an offer with you, sir. You see, there lives a jeweler by the name of Farnham just at the base of the hill there. If you can help me take every last carat he's got...we might become good friends.""You seem like a man who enjoys...thieving, sir."}{}{}

[OOC: He's talking to Aurieul.]

"Well, Mister Maxwell, those were knights that came. They were looking for the Sheriff. They had real shiny armor & stuff. It even had magic words on them!

But something didn't feel right. Tem told me not to think, or something, and suddenly, my brain felt real bad!"

Acedia blinked at Aurieul for a few seconds. "Honestly..I'm not sure," she said, slowly. "You wouldn't happen to have any cheese on you, would you? Or berries?" The rodent/insect/blood craving was still present - cheese and berries were really the only thing one could ask of a stranger without getting strange looks, as Acedia had discovered the hard way. 'Have you got a few insects around, or perhaps a decanter of blood? I'm feeling a bit peckish...' Doesn't really work in the company of civilized and non-vampiric folk.

"well helooo! Name's Tem. Nice to meet you."said Tem.

The man looked down at Marcus, and he said "You've found him. Or rather, he's found you." The man assumed as he took a step back, putting the normal speaking distance between himself and Marcus. The man did not look amused. "I am Peter Cranston, the Sherrif of this shire by the right of his Lordship The Baron. I suppose you are one of these adventurer's I've heard about, the ones who stayed in the Inn last night? What's going on here?"

"My name is Marcus Donaldson, sir. We thought a group of knights came rushing into town, but they seemed to be spirits of some kind. Everyone in our party saw them. Something's up."

Marcus bowed. "May I introduce you to our leader, sir?"