Careful Investigation

I walked up to the bar and tried to blend in and keep an eye on the door leading to the kitchen with the cellar door in it. The innkeeper, a bald man wearing orange pants and a similarly colored vest over a red shirt, came up to me.

"Welcome to my inn weary traveler, what can I get for you?"

I tore my gaze from the kitchen and stared at him for a second before I realize what I had been asked.

"Uhh."

The man laughed and shouted an order to the back.

"No worries son, I saw you staring. I'll get you something hot and nourishing in just a few minutes. Wait here and I'll get you a cold ale too."

I laughed away my nerves as the man mistook my interest and thanked him. As he walked away, I took in the room. It was filled with all manner of strange folk, a human man wearing simple leather armor sat next to a bear, a Dwarf woman with arms that could crack a stone was excitedly waving a hammer as she retold a story, and a... blue glowing warrior... a Draenei! That is what they are. And it must have been a paladin too. In another corner, three elves with skin like midnight sat and drank as they laughed amongst themselves. The whole inn was full of seemingly well-armed and powerful people of different fantasy races, I wonder how I compared to them.

My thoughts were cut short when the innkeeper returned with a plate of hot food in one hand and a mug of ale in the other.

"Try the cheese with the meat, it's Dalaran sharp, fancy stuff. And the drink is homemade, melon juice and Dalaran noir: perfect for washing the road out of your mouth."

"Thank you Mr..." I said, fishing for his name.

He smiled broadly and extended a large, strong hand, "name's Farley son, Innkeeper Farley."

I thought about my own name for a moment, would a fake name be better than a real one? Would my name stand out? Was this an excuse to live out my literal fantasies?

I clasped his hand with my own and said:

"It's a pleasure sir, the name is Goddard."

He let go and turned around to resume his duties as I ate and drank. I kept an eye on the kitchen but quickly realized that only Farley and a young blonde server ever went in and out of it, but the pull remained. It was not as if something was trying to get his attention, as much it was more of something simply picking up some a mental radar.

I took a closer look at the server as she walked nearby with a platter of food. She was a young human woman with blonde shoulder length hair. She wore a turquoise shirt with a green vest over it, and a purple skirt with green fabric decoration it. Over all, it was not a look that suited her, but she had a nice pert ass and pair of perky tits the size of a nice handful. I had a feeling I was not allowed in the kitchen, but I had to know what was in there. The mind control I had used earlier, I wonder if I could read minds too.

I relaxed as I took a sip of the drink in front of me and tried to reach out to her mind. It was strange at first, the room was chaotic and full of other consciousnesses that bumped me around, jostled me as I tried to reach my goal. Eventually, I felt her and pushed. Her mind was like an open book, and I searched for any knowledge of the cellar until I found some. Knowledge that she should not go down there, that Farley had told her some dangerous looking folk paid well to be left alone at certain times and that was that.

I pulled myself away from her and gave her ass a telekinetic slap to limited success. I heard her yelling at a patron behind her as I turned back to the kitchen. With a though, I sent a fist from what seemed like a fisherman into the face of the patron being yelled at, and from there fighting broke out. Farley jumped the bar and a few men ran out of the kitchen to break up the fight as I slipped past them, into the kitchen, and walked down the cellar steps.