Margaret went back to the pub. As usual she looked for new persons here, with hope in eyes and child's smile. 'Finally. Those two are new here'
She took her place near window and started watching them. 'Why they are looking so'¦ odd? Maybe they aren't Rogues? And they came here to find some food?'
Margaret looked on Clif who was in other room. It seems he thought same about them. Then she found something on man's shirt.
Harold Kane
Taskmaster
Vagrant Raiders
'And what does that supposed to mean? Maybe I need to call them?'
But she prefered to wait.