Finally driven out of bed by hunger and thirst, the adventurer, telling himself he need go no further than getting the information, asks the innkeeper about the Rolling Joint CoLtd. To be met with hostility, suspicion and curtness. All he will respond is:“They packed up and left.”
“Left? Why? Where?”
“Maybe your friend can tell you more.”
“Friend?”
The innkeeper nods to the doorway. The brown man with the flower tattoo is standing there, staring at the adventurer. He finally says:
“You ask a lot of questions. Maybe it’s time for you to give some answers.”
Which is a problem. Because the adventurer doesn’t have any.
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