The calm before the storm was peaceful. The small village of Oak Wood had much more visitors than normally, the tavern full of people, the blacksmith getting lots of sales, and the church getting alot of praying visitors. The sound of birds all in the tree's around the town chirped happily, but soon they all stopped. The wind stopped all together, and the sun was falling quicker. A large storm cloud hung over the forest, nearing the forest. (Location: Sarok, Oak Haven. Almost night time around 7 PM and the season is like spring.) Brother Kwah blessed the small child before him, and smiled at the family that thanked him and quickly hurried off. Picking up his hammer and shield propped on the wall, he finally noticed the uneasy silence. Stepping away from the church stairs, he made his way towards the East gate, where one of his close friends owned the horse stable. As he made his way towards the East gate, less and less people were on the road. As he neared the gate to turn the corner, he smelled fire. He laid a hand on his hammer and looked around, feeling cold eyes on him. Celthric sat in the tavern, laughing with an Orc and Dwarf. He had yet to remember their names, but he finished his cup of mead and stood up, said his good byes, and left the tavern. Turning out of the village, he pushed past an orcish woman making her way inside. Standing outside he smelt the fresh air outside the tavern, smelling a hint of smoke but thought nothing of it.