Weird groaned, put a hand on the bridge of his nose, and shook it gently side to side.
".......I was hoping you could tell me.." he said in weak exasperation. "..hardly anything involving alcohol goes on without you catching wind of it. I was half expecting some nasty rumor about lewd conduct with the brewer sisters, from what little I can remember of last night...."
The mummy's posture stiffened, then tilted into a pose that veritably shouted interest in potentially juicy gossip like that. It was probably something that he had grown into very adempty during his life as a merchant; knowing your customer's dirty laundry helped you offer products and services of more personal natures by knowing who needed them, as well as helping to expose means of offering such, discretely.
There was also the money to be made through keeping quiet. Something he very much doubted Rhoead would at all take exception to. Secrets themselves were as good as coin as well, to those looking to buy.
"Don't get too excited, you dusty old letch." Weird said in reaction to the change in the mummy's posture. "All I did last night was cook some food for the party, and get suckered into trying some experimental rum thosw two had made, and honestly, I don't remember much of anything after that. I woke up in my room with all my stuff and with my clothes on, and that's good enough for me."
The dessicated and bandaged remains of the ancient merchant prince rocked its head back and roared out a hearty belly laugh, causing weird to wince from the sound as it rang in his head.
"Sounds to me like you didn't get nearly drunk enough!" Laughed the old corpse. "But good job on helping get the night off right! I've heard all kinds of stories today. 'Shame I missed it!"
"Like?"
"I heard that the elf fellow with the axes for hands got piss faced drunk, broke a table, and got his axeblades into cracks in the floor for starters... then there was the pin the beard on the dwarven maiden contest.... I even heard that one of the party goers was wearing a cat tallow roast as a hairpiece."
"I can confirm the first and the last one, but the beard pinning contest is news to me."
"Really now?" Asked the mummy, that unnantural interest manifesting itself in his posture once more. "Tell me more..."
Weird shook his head. Short of doing something stupid like verbally abusing a sadistic deadguy with a pitchfork (who enjoyed thrusting it into arseholes, by the mummy's own admission), he didn't think there would be a way to be rid of the bothersome revenant. Well... maybe rhoead's unhealthy curiosities and interest in the previous nights antics could shed some light on Rikod's whereabouts.... geeze he needed that kaolin smoothie something fierce!
"Tell you what, I'll tell you everything I remember seeing last night, if you can find that ceramicist I've been working with all week. I have a bellyache from that gutrot like you wouldn't believe, and know just how to fix it, and that fellow has exactly what I need ti cook it up. Deal?"
"Consider it done.."
"Great. let's get going."