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Location: outskirts of Rookroost
Date: Godsday, Fourth of Growfest (festival week)
Time: well after sunset
Weather: Cool, 50°, partly cloudy skies and moderate wind out of the northwest
Sunrise/set: just after 6am/ just before 6:30pm

Amira urges her oxen forward, putting as much distance between her wagon and the cemetery as possible. Arwi looks back several times, trying to see what it was he had heard, but the darkness and gloom hanging over the cemetery is even too thick for his Half Elven eyes to penetrate. Finally, the group finishes its circuit around the northern end of Rookroost and Amira points out their destination, the Last Chance Inn. Several burly and mean looking brutes hang out around the outside of the tall, two story wood-plank building. One of them steps forward as the wagon approaches. He looks at the group and then nods to Amira before stepping back to lean against the wall again.

A few moments later, two young stablehands run from around the far side of the inn to take the reins from Amira. One of the toughs, clearly employees of the Inn, comes over and silently oversees the stablehands as they take the oxen, wagon, and horse around toward the barn. Amira points toward the door. "Let's get some dinner and a drink, shall we?"

The Baklunish woman leads the way, opening the door to the Inn. Sounds of people eating, drinking, and talking spill out into the cool, dark night. As the group enters, a dramatic hush falls over the place as everyone stops talking and turns toward the door. All eyes are pointing in the direction of the door. There are about fifteen to twenty patrons in the inn, as well as a few people working the bar and serving drinks. Amira quickly heads off to make lodging arrangements. Slowly, the patrons all turn back to their drinks, food, and conversation.

OOC: Ok. Sorry about the interruption. You're at the inn, Amira will arrange for a place to stay and dinner. what does everyone else want to do?