ith a welcoming creak, the thick oak doors of the Golden Unicorn opened, and a young man in a brown cloak stepped nervously into the room. Another night of comraderie and story telling was drawing to a close, and all eyes turned to the newcomer, in the hope of another good tale. Lucrio cleared his throat, not having expected to become the center of attention so soon. "Umm..." he began softly, hoping that no one would hear him, and they'd all find something else to look at. "Kush" an elderly man across the room called to the barkeep "I believe there is someone else here who wishes to speak!". Hmm. That one had good ears. Ah well, he had faced far worse threats than public speaking. Holding a small metal town crest of Iantown aloft, by way of introduction, Lucrio began. "I am not a story teller, Nor a poet I fear. I am a hunter. Kelmo took me in as an abandoned waif." 'Wait. That sounded far too much like the begining of a story.' He though to himself. 'Get to the point, man, or you will be trading in your bow for the tales and lyre of a bard!' "He gave me this job you see. I am searching for Katherine." At this, several in the room drew their breath in, and the old man in the corner's face fell, unable to hide a look of utter sadness and anguish. What did he know of Katherine? "I must find her. She must not complete this evil union, for it will be her undoing." A bombardment of questions followed. How could he know that evil would come of it? Could she be cured, saved? Evil? Why evil? Some useful information came as well, such as the location of homes and a newly built chapel. Taken aback at all the questions, Lucrio tried to answer. "I am not certain..But I must try. Any thing you can tell me will help in my quest." A parrot mimicked him, making him even more nervous. A trickle of sweat ran down his spine. Curse it all - he would rather hunt the most vicious of prey, than stand and talk to a room full of strangers! "Damned parrots." he muttered. A few more bits of advice, opinions, and questions flowed. Eventually, Lucrio could take no more, and decided to investigate the information he had managed to obtain from the taverners. With a bow, he took his leave. "Thank you." he said, and was a shadow, vanishing into the night.