Go search for your friends.

The terrifying direction your mind was going definitely gave you a second wind. You hurried out of your room and out of the inn without so much as a glace towards the inn keeper.

An uneasiness continued to grow in your heart the longer you searched for the inn and your friends. Then finally, after over half a dozen inns and nearly as many brothels later, your memory was rekindled as you found the inn Kent suggested to you.

The Buxom Raven stood out from the others, at least, it did to Kent and yourself. Above the tavern's front door, hung a large and brilliantly painted sign. The inn keeper did not settle for a simple sign at all, however. It was a work of art.

Great effort had been made by a master artisan to carve a beautiful, perfectly curved woman on the sign. She held a tankard of ale in her right hand and held a large pillow to her side with her left. The artist also carved the maiden with a mischievous look on her face. The implication behind it made clear by either object she was holding.

You quickly run close to the door then decide you do not want to make a scene, especially in front of your friends. So you pause a few steps from it and gather your breath.

When you walk in you immediately take note of the sheer quantity of its patrons. You also notice that the inn employs several gorgeous and curvacious wenches.

Upon noticing their gowns, which are identical to the gown carved on the raven haired maiden, you feel a familiar stirring in your loins, regardless of the suspicions you have, you wonder if you should seek to proposition one of these lovely ladies or if you should keep looking for your friends.

After several awkward seconds of staring at the offered cleavage of the nearest wench, you finally snap out of your blissful trance long enough to make up your mind.