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Simon puts his sword away and proceeds to run his spindly fingers through his mess of greasy, unkempt red hair.
"Have ya never smelled tha stench of rot, my man? That's what that scent be."
"Aye...aye" agrees Nathan, who has also put his sword away and is digging in his back pack.
"You don't SEEM like brigands" Simon continues, "So I'll be on the up and up. Me and my mate Nathan 'ere were just coming ta Radafel for a bath, a drink and a companion, if ya follow my meaning, what with us being more then a fortnight in the wilderness, just th' two. Anyway, we gets 'ere, and lo but the gate's closed with no guard in sight nor ear shot. So, we go about the walls and such, lookin' for a way in to ...um...investigate. Well, Nathan 'ere is more spry then you'd reckon..."
"Aye" says Nathan, who has now produced a tiny hand-held cross bow and is loading it with a dart sized bolt.
"...so he shimies th' wall and unlocks the gate behind ya ta let me in. We stroll down the street and here you alls back a ways coming in, so we hide and wait ta see what yer plans are. And...so here we are."
Simon produces a pipe and lights up, taking a few deep drags.
Meanwhile, Nathan has taken aim at something up on the roof tops. "Lookie at that fancy bird there, Simon. It may prove ta be good eatin'".