Granny's Always Open

Hello Granny. I must admit I wasnt expecting to visit you again quite so soon, but I wondered if I could talk to you about True Names

The door slams open as a young gentleman with an impeccable fashion sense and broad smile calls out to Granny, "Helllooo! My dear Granny, I bring you gifts! I'm not sure if it's entirely your bag, but I found these while out and about... Any interest to you?".

[shows a bag of hag's teeth]

To Leocanto: Granny is sitting in her armchair, both her and the chair decorated with all sorts of charms and bangles and curious dangly things you feel somehow you shouldn't look too closely at. She looks up at you curiously as you burst in, and even more so at your words.

"A gift for me? Someone knows how to show an old lady a good time, it seems." She goes to look into the bag, but looks sharply up at you. "I don't put out on the first date though, young man. I'm not that sort of lady."

Assuming you allow it, she grabs the bag from your hand and looks inside. "Are these..." her voice drops to a harsh, raspy whisper, "Hag's Teeth? Where did you get them?"

To Nowhere: Will reply to your message.

(I'll continue this one in messages as well - Granny's clients are always confidential unless she's bored, drunk or vindictive)

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In the dead of night a figure wrapped in a dark cloak walks quickly through town, the cloak hides it's features, but a faint red glow seems to come from the mail worn under the cloak, his steps although determined have a faint wobble to them, as if too many ales had been consumed that evening. Eventually he arrives at the crater where once Grannies hut was and stands there hesitantly. Indistinct mumbling can be heard coming from him, but the strange mixture of Dwarven, Common and occasional wolf like bark, makes it impossible to even grasp what is meant. Eventually, throwing back his cloak Dvaergar, for it was he, slumps crossed legged on the ground, lights his pipe, and in a clear if not slightly slurred voice said "Alright Granny, I'll take the bait. You said you could do something to help Lyka, I'm prepared to listen to your thoughts on the matter. Can you hear me Granny? GRANNYYYYY"
The last word started as a bellow and ended in a wolf like howl. Dvaergar looked around worriedly and said to himself, "I need to talk to more people than that damn wolf, I'm starting to sound like her..."

Dvaergar then slumped forward slightly, and kept taking long slow drags from his pipe, drinking deeply from a flask, waiting for a reply...