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Reynolds abruptly pushed open the tavern door and entered. He quickly spotted the bartender and, paying little attention to those around him, headed towards the tavern owner. Leaning on the counter in front of which the tavern keeper stood, he, without beating around the bush, began to ask his questions:
"Hello, you are, as I understand it, the owner of this establishment? I have a number of questions for you. Could you tell me what is known at the moment about the Grail? I mean not just any old tales, but useful information, or tell me about those who might have this information. Researchers, adventurers... even the Count's people! Also, I am interested in information about wanted bandits, those that everyone is talking about."
Realizing, however, that from the outside it looked less like an inquiry and more like an interrogation, Trast added in a slightly more friendly tone:
"And please, a pint of good, strong ale."