"He looks like the Artisan, that is what we call her, she lives up the north road a few miles, in the side of the cliff. An elf, comes into town not more'n four times a year, some say she is crazy, some say she is wise, not too sure myself" Comes Toby's reply, he is scratching his chin as he speaks, trying to keep his voice down a little, but it is not so quiet that the huddled group don't hear it.

"Say, what is that you're all huddled round anyway? If it is information you are looking for me an' Alix here are you're best source, not no-one comes into town without stopping at the Hatchet & Hearth, we get all sorts, lumberjacks, traders..." he continues rambling on in this fashion, telling you about the price of ale, how many people he stayed last month, what the weather was like and so on. Rambling as usual.