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Yojend, who up until now had been hiding in the shadows on the far side of the Inn, completely unnoticed by everyone until Shep nodded to him, speaks up. "I said nothin'of the sort. That was Karl. I'm beginning t'think you can't tell th'difference between all of us short folk." He spits on the ground, and it's hard to tell if he's joking or not.

"I'd agree that this sounds like a bonkers plan, but I've seen tha'one do at least three crazy things a week since I've known him, so I can't say I'm surprised. He nods to Pavick.

Edgren stares at where the gnome just spat on the floor. "I knew getting rid of the spittoons was a bad idea. I never should have let Adahn talk me into it..."