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Your search soon leads you to the waterfront taverns; from what you hear, it seems a fair bit of... unofficial business takes place there. One of the larger taverns looks like a good target, and while a few inquiries once inside don't turn up anyone who seems to know where you might find Tamlin, you do catch the attention of a trio of gnomes in common dress, playing cards at a nearby table.
"'oi, friend 'alf-orc, come sit with us a while!" A gnome with a thin brown beard that hangs halfway down his chest calls you over, as one of his companions appropriates a spare chair. The youngest lays his cards on the table, gathering the pot with a grin. All three have an unusual symbol tattoed on their left cheek, a mark that resembles a curved blade pointed downward, formed out of woven red and green lines, and they are close enough in appearance that they might be brothers.
The eldest smiles, lowering his voice enough that he is unlikely to be overheard. "I 'ear you're lookin' for someone. Might be we could 'elp you out, if you could tell us a few things of use in return. You're recently arrived, yeah?"