“Let’s Make this Fast. I’m Hungry!”

Dusk inwardly chortled at Fenril’s words uttered before entering the Wayward Inn. Who would have thought that a quick bite to eat and a wipe over with some hot water could bring such trouble?

In just a few minutes, he and his fellow adventurers had awkwardly stumbled on some plot involving Underkiln, been drawn into combat with two thugs, one of whom tried to run away with all their treasure in the carriage waiting downstairs, and now were in a deadly game of cat and mouse with the world’ most devious barman. Dusk was quite proud of the way he managed to halt the coach and retrieve the treasure, bringing it back with the help of this newcomer. I wonder who he REALLY is Dusk thought, and then: We really SHOULD get a Bag of Holding for that stuff soon.

But there was no time for questions now. Not until they had captured or killed this slippery eel Barman. Wayward Inn, eh? Let’s not ever stop HERE again!