With your hopes renewed, you find your way to the small building without too much trouble. Your body is still sore, however, ideas of a warm chair, a roaring fire, and a pitcher of ale push the unpleasentness to the to back of your mind. As you reach the doorway you notice a wooden sign hanging above it which says it all:

Inside, you smell the aroma of spiced potatoes and roasted doe. As your mouth begins to water, you also catch a note on the nights air. Inside, a bard plays a lovely tune. Slowly, you open the door. As you gently swing the door open, a million different sensations overwhelm you. You open you eyes to let everything sink in. Before you, what appears to be a small common room sits full of people. A bard plays an enchanting melody next to the fire place as others sit and talk, enjoying their meals and drink. A voice calls to you, you turn to meet it and see a man standing behind a bar.

"Hullo stranger. Come in, take a load off." The warm voice sounds comforting. You shut the door behind you and rid yourself of your soaked cloak. You then proceed to the bar."Come now, would ya like anything to eat or drink? Well then, what brings ya to these parts. Don't wannna talk about it, I understand. Reminds me of K'lar. Yep, he never wanted to talk much either. Of course you know who K'lar is, don't ya? Well, well, well. Ain't you ever heard of The Guardians! Well then, have I got some stories to tell ya." As the old man begins talking, your attention is fully given to him. Either fully given or fully taken. Whatever the case, everything around gets blocked out to the point where your hanging over each and every syllable the old man utters. Nothing matters now but the story.

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