Her (Everything Finally Makes Sense)

The first floor of the inn spread before Tim, a chest high bar in the shape of a square dominated the center of the room. Around it were tables and chairs, behind them all a large hearth. Stairs leading upward bookmarked both sides of the inn, rising above several doors on each side. Whether named for such or procured for that reason, actual Ice Spider webs hung behind glass behind the bar and on several sections of the walls. Black and Silver banners were twirled through the exposed beams making the interior of the inn both colorful and vaguely threatening.

Tim’s senses were overwhelmed, trying to reconcile the input that assaulted him: The site of Samurian Bog Shapers conversing around a table in the far corner; the acrid smell of what was undoubtedly drugs illicit ever under his laissez faire parents; the sounds of varied voices conversing...