Gamble - "I'm not saying it has anything to do with you. What I am saying is that apparently in the days before the fire, the forgemaster was receiving materials from a thief he called the Spook's Man who always arrived in a wagon bearing a crescent moon sigil. Some people might think that the next logical place to look would be someplace like this, with it's connection to magical sundries and fitting sign. But I'm not saying it has anything to do with you."
**A giant drop of sweat beaded down Gamble's forehead.**
Gamble - "...right. Well, I guess that ends the foreplay then."
**Nervously clearing his throat, Gamble took a cautious step forward.**
Gamble - "So, um...Harj, right? We've been following leads related to this Deathcloak character that's been murdering people around town. Followed him back to a forge disaster a few years ago. The Brass Jacket?"