The next day, Sparrow was on the roof looking out when she noticed the three adventurers from the previous night approaching the tavern. She crawled down the narrow space between that building and the next to listen to their conversation. With a start, she realized they were talking about her.
"She can shoot well." Said Bastian.
"She can throw well too. And she is very capable of stealth. I saw that for myself night before last, when we were in Wanderglenn." Said Jukenaar.
"When you were drunk." The halfling snorted.
"Not as much as you, who drank twelve pints of ale with all your earnings Travius paid." Said the Eladrin. "Yes, but I didn't pass out, did I?" rebuttled Finnbar.
Bastian cut in before anything less than friendly occurred.
"As far as I seem to remember, you were asleep." He said surely.
"So were you." Finnbar pointed out.
"But I had far from drunk my fill. I decided there were more productive ways to spend my time."
Finnbar snorted. "Yeah. right. Like whhat?"
"Like following the elf, Lucia, to figure out her plans for the staff."
"Her name is Lucia? How do you know this?"
"We talked." Said Bastian shortly.
"Ohhh?"
"And she would like to join our party."
"So?"
"I think we should let her."
"WHY?"
"Because she is talented, Fin. She can shoot with incredible accuracy. And despite her cool ways, she is an interesting companion. Bright. Witty. And also, she still has your coin purse, Jukenaar."
Jukenaar sighed. "My coin purse."
"Right. We go'in?" Sulked Finnbar grumpily.
"Yesss. I need my purse."
The three approached the inn door. "You know, you shouldn't be so reluctant to find the elf, Fin." Said Bastian knowingly. "She stole your lucky helmet as well."
Finnbar growled.
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