The orc, who's name I now gathered was Jurak played rather well. He could bluff quite convincingly and we both finished the game relatively even. The odd mercinary-looking types had returned to the bar. I listened to some of their conversation. The loose lips of drunkards could tell many things. They seemed to be strangers to each other for the most part. A little small-talk was all I could pick up.
The paladin said something about the vampire they had fought. What was going on here? Apart from the toenail gang nothing much happened. Now wizards and adventurers were streaming in from every corner of the world.
After introducing himself as Joliekiller the paladin sat down for a game.
We played cards for a while. He seemed rather good but couldn't bluff very well. I got about 6 gold pieces out of him in the end.
He didn't seem to mind. Paladins seem to accept defeat gracefully, although he was the first one I'd met. I asked him why come to this pit of a town? He replied that evil lurks in all places.....
He told me of the village outside of town and the dead boy. I listened, intrigued. The toenail gang wouldn't do this. Dead people can give them no protection money; there was no fun in it for them. He said the boy had mentioned demons before he had died. Despite my better judgment I said I'd go look tomorrow.
"Maybe you would like to show me exactly where this place was?" I asked Jolie.

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