*Sallaron wanders in, collapses on a chair, and gestures the bar man over. As the barman returns with drinks, he leans in closer to Sallaron, whispering*
" So, " he says, " You heard any rumours about our queen? Some say she's ill, other's dead. Know anything?"
Sallaron chuckles to himself, snatching the ale from the barman and tossing a few True on the table.
" Queen....bah, what do I care? Never even met her, don't know what it is she does in that fancy castle of hers." Sallaron grumbles, quaffing back his ale and leaning back in his chair, totally unconcerned.
Only when the barman had moved to another table, and Sall had taken a few drinks from his ale, did a thoughtful look cross the mans face, and he pondered awhile, drinking idly.