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Sylvester's eyes gaze at people that walk past and he says his usual spiel yet may appear slightly distracted until he sees a certain halfling.

Psssst

There is an arrow on the ground so deep that it would be hard to pull it up yet the feathers may have a distinctive mark on them. If a certain name is mentioned, a parchment is pulled from the pocket.

Bindus,

I heard you were in town, whatever your plans count me in....Sylvester can find me.

J

*A short figure may be seen scurrying around Trollsbane during all hours of the night, his movements seem frantic as large quantities of items are moved from one depot to the next in what appears to be a sudden act of preparation.

With the sky erupting into the first rays of dawns light; orange and red bathing over the fair lands east of Bane, two halflings speak in hushed tone. One holds a parchment to his face and reads quietly as a sly grin begins to play over his lips.*