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The inhabitants are variously standing or lounging around the center of the room, where a goblin is standing on its head, trying to clap its feet together. The laughter stops, and all heads turn toward you. Upon seeing you, the goblin faints and falls to the floor.
``Who the fuck are you?'' inquires a bugbear wearing a jeweled eye patch.
``Who the fuck are you?'' inquires a bugbear wearing a jeweled eye patch.
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``Get everyone in here. Mosk solves the case!'' a voice sounds from the common room.
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A bugbear with a jeweled eyepatch paces up and down in front of the gambling table. He stops to pull a short piece of threaded pipe and an elbow joint from his pocket. From the other pocket, he pulls a few strands of what appears to be hemp fiber and carefully wraps them around the threads. He screws the two pieces together and puts the long end in his mouth. After testing that the joint is airtight he takes it out of his mouth and say: ``ar. You is all here.''
``Mosk will now tell you what has happened here,'' Mosk says, taking a pull off the pipe.
``See dis card 'ere? It stabbed through. It must be cheaty card. And Jack here? He pointing at Mitch.'' Mosk takes another pull off his plumbing. ``But Mitch not cheaty man. Himb is good cardplayer.''
``O. But dere is another thing. Summon spilt dere dinner on da floor 'ere.'' He walks over the the door, runs his finger throught the spilled remains of the invisibility potion and puts it in his mouth. ``Mmmmm. Now. Why would summon spill all good din-din?''
He knock his pipe on the table and nothing falls out of it. ``You see T'im ova dere? Dis his favorit' stew! So Mosk is thinkin', wat if T'im spilt himb's chow on purpose, ta distract bot Jack \emph{an} Mitch, an summon \emph{else} did da cheatycheats. Summon else makes Jack an Mitch an da bois kill demself.''
Mosk walks over to where a playing card is pinned to the table with a dagger. ``The card... O', da' card...'' the bugbear tails off. ``I thoughts da' card just cheaty card. But the card most important clue of dem all.''
``Da' card say [Six] o' [Clubs/Swords]. Dere six o' you nu' bois. An' on-a you's got a [club/sword]. You come with Mosk, an' we go talk ta Glasstaff.''
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\section*{Letter to Iarno}
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\calligra Lord Albrek,
my spies in Neverwinter tell me that strangers are due to arrive in Phandalin. They could be working for the dwarves.
Capture them if you can, kill them if you must, bur don't allow them to upset our plans. See that any dwarven maps in their possession are delivered to me with haste.