The Inn

Your arrival in the Drunken Scabbard failed to go unnoticed. As all eye's turned your way, you took the time to study the inn. The bar was dimly lit with candles, there flame flickering occasionally; dirt and grime was plastered on its wooden walls. Its owner looking no worse for wear, being a heavyset man, his fat bulging with muscle underneath as he served more rum to the bars rowdy patrons. Being built in a major town, it should have gone as no surprise that it was filled with nothing but...hero's.

"Wonderful..." you muttered, Crystal really knew how to choose an inn. Thank the gods you took that cloak as it was the only thing concealing your face, and most likely keeping you alive at the moment you thought. Bringing your attention back to the now silent inn, You couldn't help but remember that you still were carrying Jasmine over your shoulder.

"Aye!" breaking the silence the portly owner yelled, "Ye must be the man that lass was speakin of!" and just like that the bar was lively again, players enjoying there rum while singing there shanty's once more.

"Yes" you simply stated, not wanting your large stature and the girl on your shoulder to draw anymore attention than necessary.

"Well!, get yer ass up there lad!, she be waitin on ya!" he once again yelled while he got back to serving rum for the scabbards patrons. You suppose you were lucky, that news of the academies destruction hadn't spread just yet you thought, while making your way up the staircase.