Turen, Tiv, and Suuru begin their search for the town records. It does not take long, as they head off in the direction, more or less, that the council was heading when the left. Within the half hour, they reach a small section of town with very bureaucratic buildings lining the block. After a quick inquiry, they are pointed to the town archives, a small building next to the town hall. Upon entering the building the three see a small waiting room with a dark mahogany desk sitting opposite the entrance. On either side of the desk, about ten feet back are doors leading off into back rooms. At the desk sits a slim man, clearly in his middle years, with thick-rimmed glasses, pouring over a scroll. He looks up at the three and begins to roll up the scroll. Greetings. I don't believe I know you three. How can I help you?
Meanwhile, across town...
Dusk, Dalcyrr, and Malachi quickly make their way to the edge of town, and the Carpenter's Guild. As they enter, what they expected to be a guildhall looks much more like a tavern than anything else. However, this tavern seems to have an aura of quiet around it this day. In two corners of the room, there are spiral stairs that lead both upstairs and downstairs. In the center of the room is a large roasting pit, complete with a boar roasting slowly over the fire as two soot covered men turn the beast. Sporadically throughout the tavern are small groups of woodsmen and other laborers eating and drinking. Their merriment is clearly lacking today. As the three enter the building, a shirtless dwarf clad in plaid pants stands up and slowly meanders over to the group. It takes a moment to notice that he is shirtless, as the hair on his chest, back, and arms initially looked like a dark shirt. He leans his head back and quickly spits into a spitoon near the small Dalcyrr. Wiping his mouth with his beard, the dwarf returns to chewing his tobacco and looks at the three strangers for a second before his eyes widen with recognition. Hey! I know you three. You're part of those six guys who said they'd go into the forest. Come, have a drink. With that he turns and begins the walk back to his table.
