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"Truce is a strong word for this chance encounter between us, and I'd wager I know the use of its use. I have long been fascinated by you lonely beings, but find greatest amusement in the soft-hearted righteous."

"I think we can end our little game prematurely. I know all I need to know. Oh how you wish you could friend your foes away. You Great Redeemer and you Gentle Giant..." he snickers ".. both carry the curse of the coddled naive." The others in the tavern chuckle and titter.
"You asked me if your non-hostile reception here was for my own amusement.... Had you posed that question under the confines of our game, my answer would have been... 'Oh yes... you lower lifeforms do amuse me.'" For whatever reason, he bows at this point... and for the first time removes his hat as he does so.

As he straightens, you see his head - and the rest of his body - is a mass of worms. "Go on and fetch your friends for you will find none here."
He puts the hat back on his head. His face returns slowly - coalescing as he speaks - smiling.
"But know that we will come for Barndoor tonight. Beldame will not allow you to keep her favorite pet."

Yarnball looks sidelong at the two of you. "You must think I would not suspect you of deliberately stalling by dilly-dallying on your own turn." He then shakes his head. "Something is afoot. No more allowances. Your answer... I do see a reason. Your question. Where did you leave the rest of your group?"

There is a change in mood among the others in the tavern... a sudden tension.

Yarnball waves off Green's reaction to Norton's question....
"Since you already know this, I will let that question slide... to slim my stacked deck, as it were."

"Well I can hardly refuse that." Yarnball glances over to Abacus - who gives him a warning look.
Yarnball waves her off dismissively "Beldame's already got me for more years than I expect to live... I'll take full responsibility, milady Abacus."
Yarnball addresses Green and Norton again. "Alright... guests first. Fire away."

"Not likely... that is not how the game is played, my friendly foe. But you are more than welcome to strive for a peaceful resolution. Beldame will be along tonight if you care to make your case to her. She is the one who holds our hands and our chips at the table."
A stout dark-bearded man comes in from the backdoor, and asks "How we doin in here?"

Yarnball answers over his shoulder "I think we are alright, Mr Mallet. If you could spare a worker bee or two, have them track down Barndoor. I fear he may have gotten lost in the woods."

Furiel - I'll get to your post tonight.. I'm assuming you are landing nearby (within earshot but inconspicuous) let me know if that is not the case.

Yarnball nods affably as Green speaks "Naturally... no need for conflict."
"I can do that. The tall gentleman serving us today is Stovepipe. Seated here we have Miss Cornsilk, Porkchop, and Duckfoot."
"And of course, the always charming... milady Abacus." The frowning woman is busy tearing the last hunks of bread from a hollowed out bread round... balling up the chunks into the size of peas, and lining them up.
"Have anything to add, milady?"

Abacus continues to mutter "can't have my table all my things are here would not work at all I need my things but I need my things to stay here too much to carry around must not be disturbed...." You see her hands are burned black, and her eyes are clouded.

The other patrons look a little unnerved... except for Yarnball and the frowning woman - who nods as if she knew all along.
"Well I suppose it was just a question of when, when you are where you are, and we here... a prismati ball-toss away. If I may.. dare risk such boldness myself, have you split from your group to shake your tail? If it had been up to me, we would have put a more skilled agent on you. Beldame does tend to play favorites in assigning us our odd jobs"
He stops for a moment... his smiling expression does not change.
"And what precisely is the purpose of this visit? Should we be concerned?"
This draws a slight chuckle from a few patrons... easing tension among them, but the overall "dynamics" of the situation is not easy to read.

"Lucky? Perhaps... and call it amends if you wish, but time and labor is all that's asked of us."
"Now please, good sirs, you have me by great lengths at a disadvantage. To continue this idle banter with no utterance of any moniker by which I may address you... I fear would paint me the fool."