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Oak inherited his palate from his more refined elven heritage and is enjoying his usual breakfast (or lunch?) salad -- consisting of spring greens, seared bonefish (that he caught in the Chionthar River himself earlier that morning), and sprinkled with freshly squeezed lemon juice.
The Old Mill, which has been a popular inn/tavern ever since it opened, is Oak's favorite place to eat in Rivington, and the owner Footsie Fields, is somewhat of a grandmotherly type figure for him. The bonefish is cooked to perfection and the crusty bread on the side ain't bad either.
Oak had just taken a new bite of his meal, savoring its blend of flavors, when he overheard a commotion outside, to which Footsie gave her man, a brawny fellow named Geoff, a nod to check it out. He returned a few seconds later with a puzzled expression on his broad face. "Sylmorn, the leader of the Rats, is dead. Killed by a fellow Rat named Blacktongue."
Murmurs light up the common room as folks wonder about the ramifications of the deed. Oak does his best to conceal his shock at the development and continues to patiently finish his meal (-4 sp) before nonchalantly exiting as he normally does.
Outside, the ever present smell of the river, mixed with the wood smoke from various chimneys, odors he has smelled since he was able to recognize such, greet him and keep his head straight as he watches known members of the Rivington Rats, the gang who "runs" (some say "protect) the town, scurrying around spreading the news of the death of their leader. He knows the news will reach the Guild, the overseeing force which controls all of the neighborhood kingpins. He wonders what the head of the Guild, Nine-Fingers Keene, will do about it.
One of the first people he sees is a girl, Cookie, probably one of the youngest members of the Rats. She sees him and makes a beeline for him.
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