You are sitting at a table in the tavern at Trillian, and while outwardly you appear to be enjoying your tankard of ale, in truth you're actually watching the others and listening for clues.
Word about the disappearing villagers spread quickly, and all the neighboring villages have not dared to come close. Traveling salesmen avoid the town entirely. Everyone was beginning to suffer, and it would get worse quickly if answers couldn't be discovered.
The tavern is fairly empty. Aside from you, there is a young man tending the bar, an old man daydreaming at a table in the corner, and a barmaid cleaning some dirty glasses. Every once and awhile, you spot her glance suspiciously in your direction.
After a couple minutes of silence, the barmaid turns to the bartender and talks in a hushed tone. You are barely able to make out her words from the distance.
"...changing upstairs. This place is as dead as a graveyard. I'll see you tommorow."
She walks off to the stairs and heads up to the second floor. Scratching your chin in thought for a moment, you reach into your coin pouch and set a silver coin on the table before standing up.
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