New Intro: A boisterous party of adventurers wake you from your slumber.

"...and the poor lad shat all over himself!" "Hahahahahahaha!" Laughter awakes you yet again for the umpteenth time during the wee hours of the morning. A loud, unruly group of adventures had arrived a while after you had lied down for the evening. You first heard them arguing with Olaf for a better rate. When he told them he was out of rooms, there was a large crashing noise. Like Olaf getting thrown into a table. You heard other peoples voice but couldn't make out what they were saying. Whatever was said seem to lead to them just hanging out in the bar. You heard Olaf's voice a little later so you knew he wasn't dead. It almost sound as if he was laughing with them. But then you thought appeasing them would let him live to witness another sunrise. One never knew for sure when it came to adventurer's.

Bloody fucking adventurers! Nobody knows for sure what far away land these people hail from. It is clear by how they all talk and use strange slang that they all hail from a similar region. The way they speak is odd as if they don't see us as real people...... Like to them we are mere objects and obstacles to be used, abused, and forgotten. But non the less they do get things done like the occasional dragon here or bandit camp there. Always thirsty for battle and the rewards from it. On more than one occasions you have heard them yelling at some unseen entity or god, no one is for sure. Always something about rolling some dice... Willing to strike any fellow down to how they say it loot their cash...

The problem is they're always doing whatever the hell they want! Every single one of em think it's ok to just walk into anyone's house, day or night, taking whatever they want! Bothering whoever they want, like their whim is our every command. Always claiming to be on some sort of quest from a king or the gods. Psssh! Yeah right! Their lot always seems to attract an additional amount of monsters as well. This has always been common knowledge for a long time but no one has ever know why. Folks around these parts hated them. But also couldn't deny that without the gold they brought... Many towns and settlements wouldn't be able to exist without their income.

Upon the party's arrival, the bedroom was dark but the first light could just be seen over the horizon. Contemplating for hours about what to do has gotten you no where. Not being able to rest, you at least put the time to good use preforming the rituals to regain your spells. If you have any hope of getting out of here you'll need them.

4 against 1 is pretty awful odds even if you were a experienced wizard let alone a novice. You thought about going out the window but the dam thing was nailed shut. Your last idea was to try and sneak out while they were preoccupied. But as you lay with your ear against the floor, you doubt Olaf will last much longer with them. You cant leave him to be beaten to **** can you?