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If it's not too late, I'd like to throw Leoros's hat into the ring. Might have to do some minor adjustments.

I was just thinking it'd be funny if the selected players are the only ones who survive the massacre at the Dwarf's Waraxe Tavern.

Leoros regards Seamus and absentmindedly rubbed his nocked ear. It was hard enough on the streets without someone like Lamm "looking out" for you. This kid already seemed broken. When he'd run with the Lambs, boys far younger than Seamus were already hardened cutthroats.

He turned to regard the Sarenite and the Iomedaen. They acted as if this were some sort of crusade. Oaths and prayers meant as much to Lamm as the pleas of children. He was a mad dog and he needed putting down.

Leoros looks at the boy with a mix of pity and revulsion. In all the time he was away, it was business as usual for Lamm, growing fat on misery and leaving gods know how many poor wretches like this in his wake. He leaned down and looked the boy in the eye.

"Pain ain't the end the world. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, we've all got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back."

@Brask"Go easy on the man, Brask, he's lost his granddaughter." Then, not roughly, Leoros puts his hand on Barnabas's shoulder.

"I wouldn't go runnin' anywhere just yet, your lordship. Folks might get a bit more suspicious."

"They wouldn't have to be friends of our mutual acquaintance, plenty of coin for freelance eyes and ears in the alleys."

@Leoros"Desna smiles, but she's a busy lady."
@Barnabas"And a pretty highborn isn't the type Lamm usually targets for grifting and soldiery, too good a chance of being recognized in her own town. No, but he might sell such a child. How long ago did she vanish?"

"Desna weeps,"Leoros spat under his breath. That the Starsong would lead him here on this night either spoke to her favor or disdain. As casual as possible he rises from his perch at the bar and walks to the throng forming in the center of the tavern.

"Gentlemen, when one goes hunting lions, it's best not to plan your attack loudly and at the mouth of the beast's den."He pauses to take a look over the other patrons, "You never know what jackals may be lurking about."

Having heard Lamm's name unsubtly mentioned from three different patrons gave Leoros serious pause. If Lamm didn't know he was being hunted he would by night's end, surely someone in the tavern had a friendly ear for that cutthroat. He looked to see if anyone else had taken notice and was leaving the tavern.

Leoros starts at the noise of the drunk tripping over the table. His nerves have been raw since he walked through the city gates. He drops a handful of coppers on the bar and sips his ale, hoping it might calm him a little.

His elven ears can't help but pick up the desperation in the barber's voice. Bad things continue to happen in Korvosa.

"Welcome home," Leoros thinks walking into the tavern. His keen eyes picked out some familiar faces, but nobody seemed to recognize him, which suited him fine.
"An ale and whatever that is on the stewpot, barkeep."Warily eyeing the high class barber, he turned to check the other patrons for any larcenous intent.
"Man should know better, coming into a place like this alone."

Leoros, Half-Elf Fighter for submission. I left some of his background hazy in case of synergy with other characters or NPCs. Let me know if you have any questions.