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Tall for his species, the halfling in the corner wears patchwork leather armor that resembles a pugnacious jester's motley. Chase Farsight has taken a glass and some dates, though he doesn't eat as he sits where he can keep an eye on his fellow hirelings. He was upset that the courier managed to find him - Am I losing my edge? Do I need to consider a new alias? - but he supposes that at a certain point, either his dramatic works or his... twilight activities might have gained a certain amount of notoriety. He waits to learn more about their assignment.