Grok
Dwarf Paladin 7
AC: 19 HP: 77/77 PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
HD: 7/7d10, Conditions: none

At the Inn, Grok eats a light meal, attempting to keep Aldeth at ease, before he departs for a few minutes to polish his armor, and make sure it was appropriate attire for a party, and that no remains of the recent adventure were to be found on it's shining surface. Thus properly prepared, he is ready for the swanky party.

Inside the luxurious, but somehow run down Merchant's League headquarters, the armored dwarf takes in the scenery, and the lack of people within. Clearly, something was off. However, despite that, someone had clearly decorated for a party, leaving a small number of merchants, a guard, and his current companions around to fill a space designed for three times that number of people. With a directive to split up and be merry, Grok, seeing a fellow dwarf, approaches him. "Humans, am I right? Making a party of the littlest things, and missing all the parts of a good party."
With that said, he gives one of the bartenders a significant look, and glances at his empty hands.

Spoiler: OOC
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Attempting to see if anything is off about the rotund dwarven man.
(1d20+3)[13] Investigation