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his beloved, killed them while they were still in his home, but they were mere hirelings for the head of the guild, who was the one really responsible for Tempest’s murder. He still had a price out on Ren’s head for the return of the daggers and ioun stones, which were still in his possession. But Ren didn’t care. The bastard would get the ioun stones from Ren when he fought him in the Abyss, but not before.
    Ren delivered another order of food and booted a drunken troublemaker out the door. To the people around him, he was merely a bigger-than-average barkeep, a large fellow with matted, gnarled hair and a rumpled tunic. That was just the impression Ren wanted to give. He had no desire to confront any assassins until he could confront the one who’d ordered Tempest’s murder.
    “Hey, big fella!” came a call from the bar. “Unless I miss my guess, you’ve got some muscles under those skunk coverings. What do you say you use some of that brawn of yours to bring us some food and a couple more pitchers?” The speaker was one of three women fighters who’d been in the pub together since early afternoon. The three had a catcall or a teasing invitation for almost every man who walked in the door, but they’d also given the boot to more than one of the men who’d made his way to the ladies’ table, hoping for a little friendly action.
    “No problem, ladies,” said Ren, an amiable grin spreading across his face. The three were impressive. Each was dressed in fine quality chain mail that had seen plenty of use, and all three were bristling with swords, daggers, and throwing axes… also well used. The smallest of the three, a willowy brunette, and the tallest, a big muscular blonde, appeared to take their cues from the third woman, whose salt-and-pepper hair made her appear older. A man might be attracted to any of the three, but to Ren, who had been all but oblivious to women for a full year, all three seemed remarkably attractive, and even more so for their forwardness.
    Ren slipped behind the bar and addressed his boss. “Sot, we’ve got a food and ale order from that table again,” said Ren, gesturing with a nod of his head. “Would you fill two of those pewter pitchers for me?”
    The rotund old innkeeper looked at Ren curiously. The heavy pewter wares at which Ren was pointing were generally reserved for highborn lords or ladies, who occasionally found their way into Phlan’s busiest but not necessarily fanciest inn. Something in Ren’s expression left no room for argument, however, so the innkeeper obliged. Ren’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and he felt a certain warmth inside of him. He had kept to himself for too long. It was past time to blow off a little steam. He backed through the swinging door into the kitchen and barked at the cook. “Food, friend, and lots of it—on those big metal platters, if you please. Oh, and haul out three of those heavy metal trenchers to serve it in.”
    “What’re ye thinkin’ of, laddie?” the grease-covered cook asked as he spotted the gleam in Ren’s eyes.
    “Keep an eye out the door after you serve it up and you’ll soon see!” Ren replied lightly. The cook was a temperamental man, as feisty as he was short, and Sot tolerated him only because his tasty food was the inn’s main draw. Ship captains and traveling merchants alike made a point of visiting the Laughing Goblin Inn when they were in Phlan. Fortunately, Ren had managed to stay on the cook’s good side, and he wasn’t afraid to ask the man a favor if he knew he could offer a snatch of entertainment in return.
    Ren pulled a giant war shield from behind the pantry shelves, a souvenir from a fighter who had tried to leave without paying his bill. A large man, with the skills of a ranger and a thief, Ren had a knack for “convincing” people to pay their bills. In fact, there hadn’t been many who couldn’t afford to pay since he’d started working for the inn, and that fact kept Sot more than