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“Thank you,” says Ashur diplomatically, “but I’m afraid we need to keep looking for information.”
“Of course, of course!” Cida says and invites you all to the show that evening instead, Neve included. That way, she says, you’ll have the chance to see everything in its final, polished form—a reward for a job well done.
First, though, you have to do that job. You skirt the edges of the bar and ask a few careful questions, but it doesn’t take long to see that no one at the Cobbled Swan is likely to be able to help you.
“Let’s go,” says Tarquin. “We’re not getting anywhere in here.”
Blinking again, this time in the weird, cloudy brightness of midday in Minrathous, you agree it’s time to look elsewhere.