"They strike me as something fey. I don't think malicious, but disconcerting none the less if I think about it for too long," he admits. "Someone I met at the tavern pointed it out to me before I noticed."

He'd been muddled upon arriving and hadn't been overly suspicious. The drink he had didn't particularly help. Verity doesn't like that he was affected by something like that, usually he has a better tolerance, but then if it was magic rather than some ingredient, how could he have?

"They seem to want people to be comfortable... I guess we can't rule out something fey at work here, but I don't know that the Tavernkeeper would be connected. They might be able to say one way or the other if there are others like them here, though."