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Unable to find his companion in the crowd (the lack of an eye made it difficult), Reynold, feeling quite tired, headed back to the tavern.
"No, this won't do. I'm sure he's in cahoots with that blond fellow, sent to delay me. I'd better go back to the tavern and join a group of simpletons. They're certainly not as suspicious as that monk," Trust thought irritably as he pushed through the crowd. Finally, taking a deep breath of fresh air, he headed back to the tavern.
Approaching the tavern, Reynold immediately noticed a motley group and, without much ceremony, addressed them:
"Are you the ones looking for the Grail?"
The battlemage looked determined, though somewhat irritated.