Cory glanced around room of the tavern again. Man, how things have changed in the last couple of weeks. Prior to this, he barely went to taverns, preferring to eat at home or in the mess halls of the barracks. Now he had been to two in one night! Going from military life, to a slave in the mines to working for the fanciest man he had ever seen, life was full of surprises right now. As he stared about into the bright colors of the hall, the conversations all mingled together with the tinkling of glassware and shuffle of dancing feet on the wooden floor. The only sound that stood out was that beautiful elf and her playing. The whole tavern seemed to revolve around her somehow without it even being hers. Cory blinked a couple of times and reminded himself of why they were all here in the first place. Information. This seemed like a game he didn’t want to be involved in. He preferred to observe the game, know the players and understand the rules. He found that without even playing the game…he could still end up on the winning side more often than not. His wide eyed ignorant look often made people underestimate him or at least trust him with their secrets more than they should. Not that he would ever tell those secrets, but sometimes knowing was just enough. Speaking of secrets and not ending up on the winning side, there was a pit in his stomach. He was pretty sure he saw the murder of a man in plain sight. That was a first for him. He had seen men killed before, that much didn’t bother him. Those men and women died for their city or country. This was different. Even if Cory did drink, he was pretty sure he wouldnt have been able to keep it down. If only there had been some way to know who was right or who was wrong. That thought bounced around his head for the next several measures of music. He was pretty sure the notion of right and wrong was going to get pretty murky soon. He was going to have to become more comfortable with living in the gray.