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Stiofan answers slowly, glancing about as others exit the tavern. "They haven't collapsed recently," he begins, thinking. "They're just used to store equipment and things to keep them dry from rain. They usually collapse as we dig deeper into the hillsides, but we plan for that and move everything out first. We try to avoid losing stuff in rockfalls."
He looks at Bram finally. "I can't remember any strange activity near any of them. The masked figures are usually on the hills, in the shadows."
Bram nodded and scrawled a quick note in his journal, which he then closed and stowed.
"Our thanks for the information, Stiofan. Good evening to you."
Turning to Mayon and Verthel, Bram shrugged and said in a low voice,
"Although it's been an intriguing evening's investigation, I'd hoped for more interesting results. It seems these masked figures may well have been imagined after all. I think I shall join Morg at the Swinging Sword to await any reports from our comrades, unless you gentlemen have any other ideas?"