Tykar Renlin, Freeport

"That man is no just ruler. He has jailed me and my friend Zimel for merely begging."

"Do you have any spare coppers for a thirsty soul?"

"What?! You know my friend Zimel?! I would like to speak of him, but my mouth is so parched. Maybe a fine grog would loosen my lips. I am uncertain which flavor shall do the trick."

"Oooh!! That is the taste. My lips are almost loose. Maybe another will do the trick."

"Ahh!! That was good. Now where were we?. Oh yes. My friend Zimel is a fellow beggar. He was locked up in the arena. They were going to let him go when the Freeport Militia came for him. Ha!! He is crazy as a troll now. I took this blanket from his cell before I was released. I no longer need it and my guilt has reached its peak. I do not want crazy old Zimel to freeze. Perhaps you can return it to him."