Setting down his mug of cider, Lucan glanced back to where the inkeeper had pointed. "You're sure?" He uttered solemnly The balding man smiled the way only the corpulent could. "As sure as I can be this soon, Jimmy said some mad elf with wide eyes wrecked up the place good and proper, single handedly apparently. Jimmy likes to exaggerate but he aint a liar. And if you can find a better candidate than that feller over there, then youre welcome to second guess." Lucan slammed a silver penny down on the bar and turned to walk away. "One more thing." The barkeep seemed more disconcerted this time. "The place that burned down, not that I miss the competition, but I dont want a repetition of the incident here, youre not with the gang are you?" Lucan scoweled, it was enough for the fool to back down. A short walk brought him to the table where the elf sat among friends, they had just finished talking and several had the look of contemplation about them. When Lucan approached they quited down, but he noticed the elf's eyes were fixed on him as soon as he got close. This one is observant, a good sign. "Which one of you assaulted the now smouldering establishemt across town?" Silence. Lucan waited it out. "Friends of yours?" someone quieried. "I arrived here as it burned, and I wish to know who is responsible."