A crow flew in the night air and over the quaint small village of Disaria. The village laid at the edge of a forest, away from the bustling and tussling of the city, and held a population of about 30 to 40 people. While Disaria is a peaceful place, many different adventurers move in and out of the village, bringing with them their stories and their problems. The crow perched on the top of the roof of an inn located in the center of the village where one adventurer was sitting at the bar, sipping on his ale. This is where our adventure begins... The adventurer, a young man whose face was covered with a midnight black hood, sat on his stool as he drank his ale, staring at the bottles behind the counter. His eyes, also as black as his cloak, stared at the bottles but were not really focusing on anything. Instead, it seemed as though the traveler was in a sort of trance. The barkeeper, noticing the adventurer staring at his alcohol supply, approached the young man and cleared his throat, "Excuse me sonny, but is there anything else I can help you with?" The adventurer took another sip of his ale and said, without looking away from the bottles, "Soon. She will be here soon."