The White Horse Inn, Act III

Sitting down in the Inn that truly looked so comfortable, Nolin Silverfist glanced around to see what was what. He was here on an errand of another sort than those who would traverse here. Catching runaways was truly a difficult task.

Finding an undrunk mug of beer, Nolin slowly sipped and began to search the Inn for the one he had to find.

After a few sweeps, where he found nothing but a drunken vagabond on some chairs by the door, and a tearful couple trying to work some sort of painful business out, he decided that he didn't need to hurry. Time will tell with all things, as his father Thranu would say.

He sat down on a bench to wait.