OOC:
@Bartacus - your character's persuasive skills mean nothing in this event, your real-life conversation skills do. Take a look at Krzychu's posts, that's what I mean by an actual conversation.
In the upper city ...
The man looked at Alonzo with a rather bored look, then decided that opening his mouth might make the novice go away, and leave him to his desired peace.
"Meh, is it a pub partner ya want? Valentino is the kind, the drunken bastard. Other than him, only merchants mingle with the low-lives down there," the man said, with a dezgusted look on his face. "Anything more you want, kid?" He said it in a tone that implied that any other word than "no" spoken by Alonzo would get him a beating.
Coragon's Pub, the counter ...
Coragon returned with the beer Gwildor ordered, looked at the bag, and cocked an eyebrow at him.
"That much gold is only going to atract attention upon you, buddy, and even for somebody such as yourself, that's not good. Not good at all, if you value your head on your shoulders." the bartender said. He quickly put his hand into the bag, and retrieved some 20 gold. He pushed it back, urging Gwildor to put it back in his pocket.
"In this kind of cases, people rarely talk, even after several pints of alcohol. But," and he noded towards a table in the right corner of the pub, "that fool of a guard has a tongue too loose for his own good. I doubt he'll keep it much longer." With that said, Coragon turned around to get some ale, and brought it to the aforementioned table.
Coragon's Pub, one of the tables ...
"That guy had many enemies! Other merchants for stealing their customers, Lehmar the loaner for not returning money, farmers for not paying the herbs. I admire the guy for staying alive that long." he raises his bottle of ale, as if toasting in Gregor's honor, before chucking it down greedily. "I'm sorry for his family, though. He's got a good kid and wife, but they say they're gonna put their house up for auction." he sighed.
"We got out hands full. Most of us want nothing to do with it, just lay back and watch the show, but some overzelous guys delved deep into this pile of crap. Iorek is a friend of mine, and one of those guys. He's doing all he can to find out who and why the merchant was murdered. Lord Andre himself is feeling agitated because of the guy." The guard gulped down most of the remaining ale. He looked at Antasir. "You seem like a reliable guy. Talk to him if you need a job." he smiled, and looked behind him.
"Well, the sun's gonna come up in a couple of hours, and I'd best be going. If we meet again, I'll be sure to thank you more properly for your kindness." he patted Antasir on his shoulder, and winked. "Farewell." With that he left the bar, walking straight enough not to fall from his feet.