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So far there's no reply to the letter. However...

The atmosphere inside Kampo's Storehouse is hushed, subdued. The few merchants and workers who ply their trade within the storehouse go about their daily business as usual. However, each of them stop occassionally to glance toward the bar Kampo has operated for years in his establishment....a bar which remains empty in the aftermath of the deadly confrontation in which Kampo himself was struck down.

Any questions asked by those who travel through the storehouse are directed toward Pereppi, with Hirk the Hork and Pereppi's twin orc bodyguards looming very close by.

The following rumors can be heard circulating about the isle about the incident:

"Did you hear? Kampo was struck down in his own storehouse!"

"I heard he was just trying to break up a fight, poor bastard."

"I was there! Seen it with my own eyes! It was them Triadic Knights what did him in, I swear!"

"Knights? Naw, it was them Banites. Always musclin' in where they ain't wanted, you know."

"You idjits, it was one o' them drow! Ain't surprisin', seein' how close them so-called "good" drow live, ya know."

"Ain't no matter, ol' Kampo'll be back soon. They took his body to Kohlingen to be brought back from the dead!"

"Aye....but what if it don't work? What then?"