Whispers in the Dark

—Lucius

The flickering blue light of dawn found me seated once more at the Broken Fang's weathered bar, my untouched wine a prop in an elaborate charade. Grimlock's good eye darted my way occasionally as he prepared for the day's first rush of patrons.

I could sense his curiosity about the quiet stranger who seemed content to while away the hours in silent observation.

"You're up early," the dwarf grunted, sliding a plate of steaming eggs and bacon before me. I nodded in thanks, knowing the food would grow cold and untouched. "Sleep poorly, did you?"

I offered a rueful smile. "Old habits. I've always been a light sleeper."

Grimlock snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Aye, well, you're not alone there. Whole damn town's on edge these days."

As if to punctuate his words, the tavern's door swung open with a bang, admitting a cluster of bedraggled merchants.