Wheok threw back his head and brayed with laughter. He stopped laughing rather suddenly and stood nose to nose with Duran.
"You don't know much about the Frosts do you, friend?" he hissed. 'Friend, foe and curious lookyloo's come from far and wide to call on them, spy on them or just hoping to get a glimpse of them."
Duran nodded thoughtfully.
"Certain young ladies with an engouement for Lord Giga are always lurking about trying to meet him," Wheok winked. "And, since word of his disappearance has spread, there are more visitors than ever. Plus, the restaurant and bar get quite a lot of business from locals."
He skipped down the street a bit and bekoned Duran to follow. Once Duran caught up, Wheok pointed at a burned out looking building on the right side of the street if you were facing the Inn, or on the left side if you were leaving it. It was a rather large square building made mostly of brick. Soot covered the brick where flames had licked out throught the broken windows. There were allys on both sides of the store which is why the surrounding buildings were not damaged when it burned.
"What's this?" Duran asked.
"My store..." Wheok sniffed sadly.
"What happened to it?" Duran quizzed.
"I set fire to it after Lord Giga ignored me at a party." Wheok revealed sheepishly.
Duran raised both eyebrows and looked shocked.
<BR><center> "Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look <br> what they can do when they stick together.." ... Vesta M. Kelly</center>