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Malber is not a large town; it consists mainly of small homes, a single saloon, and a general store.


The watering hole is a habitable enough establishment. Two storeys, one of which is dominated by tables and a single battered looking piano with a large bar flanking one side of the room. More often than not one of the locals can be find slumped at the instrument, drinking more than playing.



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After some trading for food, Riesig, in human form, had seen an ad for a job. Not having anything better to be doing, he went to where the job was supposed to begin. The atmosphere made him raise an eyebrow in questioning. Shrugging it off, he went to an empty table and sat down, waiting for what would happen next.
An armored woman stumbles in after the shifter, her eyes partially glazed over in a daze.  Water. She.. urg... maybe she should sit a bit. She had started feeling a little better since nearing the town, at least.  

Arl had always heard Casawek was sparsely populated, but the trip to the remote location had still managed to surprise her.  The recent heat wave certainly hadn't helped matters either, nor had finding her emergency canteens missing some three days earlier.

Her thoughts snap back to the present. Water. Right. The woman turns to the bartender and meekly asks for just that. Or rather, she asked Riesig, the guy the dizzy woman had absentmindedly sat next to while reminiscing about the past.
Riesig had watched the dehydrated female walking in. As she collapsed next to him asking for water, he felt bad. He used dehydrate on some empty air, which was doubled by his being a water borne, and had the two balls of water appear within a glass on the table that had been left by some other patron. It looked clean enough at least. "You ok there leafy?" He asked as he pushed the glass towards her.
Arl snatches the tall glass, hastily gulping down its contents as though doing so were the sole purpose of her existence. The woman's elbows clatter against the table with a loud thud once the chugging is complete, followed by her gently setting down the glass and pushing it towards Riesig. She pulls out some silver and puts it on the table.

"More, plea-OH! I'm sorry!" Her eyes appear to be able to focus again. The woman also reveals her continued capability to blush in embarrassment, although the dehydration is surely contributing to that.
Once Arl got some water and began to think more clearly, she noticed what Riesig undoubtedly already had. This bar was too full. It wasn't heaving with people by any means, but there were more chairs and tables set out than seemed right for the size of the room, and some of them were obviously brought from elsewhere. A scruffy haired man was slumped at the piano, just about managing to get through a lilting tune without missing too many notes.
Riesig just smiled at Arl. He didn't really care about how she acted, he understood what it meant to be delirious. Hadn't really suffered from it much himself, thanks to magic, but he understood it. Not wanting her to be even more delirious though, he repeated the uses of Dehydrate. He pushed the coins back to her. "Don't worry about it Leafy. Name's Riesig. Judging by your attire, you seem the adventuring type. You here for the bandits too?" He asked conversationally as he glanced around the bar and its seemingly over packedness. He had his mists flow out along the ground so he wouldn't be surprised as others moved about.
Arl confirms the kind man's suspicions with a nod, wasting no time in happily guzzling down the refilled glass. "I'm Arl Lotreab. Thanks for the water, Riesig."

The woman starts looking around to see who among the guests are carrying weapons or any of the other hallmarks of a traveling mercenary. I wonder how many of the other people here are for the bandits as well..?"
A few of the people gathered seemed to be wearing swords or have suspiciously large bags with them, most of the ones with large bags also seemed to be wearing clothes dyed a rich red colour.

Appearing from a back room was a tall, athletic figure with his hair tied back in a tail with straps of leather. This character was more than likely the sort Arl was looking for, since his jacket and fingerless gloves appeared to be gold in colour.
OOC: DAK noted bags roughly look like they came from the same place.

Hrm. Color coded for her convenience? "I think the red guys are probably all a part of the same group. That gold guy over there-" Arl motions towards the man in back with her eyes "-might be their leader."

She looks back towards Riesig. "Have you seen any of these guys before?"
While Arl postulated about his relationship to the gathered group, the man in gold walked over and slipped himself into one of the open seats at the table. He arrived just after the young woman's comment about the people in red.

"They're all from the neighbouring town of Maroo; cast out by bandits. Shameless thugs."

His voice was deep and clipped, as if he were used to delivering information succinctly.
As Arl spoke, then Rand came over, all he could say was a simple "Nope." before Rand joined them and informed them who they were. "Well, that leaves you, random guy in gold. What brings you here?" He asked as they were joined. He spoke in a calm and neutral tone as though he had no strong feelings for or against what was going on.
Ah. He wasn't with the group then. Arl quickly sized the man up as he sat. Their new table-mate looked younger up close than she'd originally pegged him as; maybe he was some sort of official? "Are you from around here?" asked Arl, her friendly tone spiced with just a hint of caution.
The man had reached up into the air to get the attention of the barman, who nodded and set about seeing to something.

"I came to help these people get their homes back. I'm hoping you two are here about my messages?"
Arl blinks in surprise. In retrospect, though, she should have been expecting that. "So you're Mr. Guardman? Pleased to meet you! I'm Arl Lotreab, and I am indeed here to help these people." The woman's wide smile temporarily switches to a more pondering look - something didn't add up. "Wait, you aren't from this area either? Is anyone in the town working with us on this?"
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