Gamble - "Well, we might be able to get there by knowing more about him before his accident. How did you get in contact with him before? What was he like?"
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?"
**Gamble grimaced, glancing at Golan.**
Gamble - "Well, I know who we can find out more from, if Gaul was his brother. Means that vicious slab of beef Ire is his cousin. I repeat. Woof."
Gamble - "He he have any sort of specialty in what he would get you? Or was he a jack of all thefts, as it were."
Gamble - "Well, I do believe we've discovered the identity of Deathcloak, then."
Gamble - "His brother was Gaul? That Gaul? Woof, what a busy family...how did he manage to save your life? Unless it's, er, none of my business."
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?"
Gamble - "So, let's be on our toes here...I don't have a lot of hard info on this guy but he's pretty high on my list of Can Probably Melt You."