Finding a Place in Zurden

Once inside the mood changed. The warm and busy atmosphere of the city streets morphed into the cold and distant air of the run-down inn.

"Can I help you?" A scruffy faced man rose up from behind the counter with groggy and tired eyes.

Rydel looked back to him without a hint of hesitation. "Just looking around for the right place to stay. Can we have a few brundies while we check out the place?"

In a blur, the man filled several mugs and the stench of aged alcohol found its way toward the party. "Sure. Got any questions for me?" asked the man.

"At the moment, no. But we'll let you know if something comes up." Rydel sipped his drink and smiled as he motioned for the rest of the party to sit down beside him.

The tattered man returned to his duties or whatever else it was he was doing earlier before the party arrived and started their mental conversation.

'What are you thinking, Rydel?' asked Jack.