OOC------------------------ The sun creeped slowly toward the horizon causing shadows to stretch and become menacing, tricking the eyes into thinking danger was around every corner. The main streets of Sai was packed with stalls, the merchants packing up anything that a thief could steal before they would leave for their homes. The Vondenboch manor loomed on a tall hill, a bitter reminder of a time where the people were controlled by puppets of the vampire Meridor. Far to the north, past the Mystic woods, one could see the Caus mountain, its peek just barely being seen over the mist that covered a fair bit of the woods and hid the vampires castle from sight. In the center of town is the Flaming Dragon Inn, an Inn perfectly placed so that even those just passing through would spot it. The Inn is built of polished stone, each wall carefully cut and placed, each window located to allow light but not compromise the strength of the building. The door was a thinner but tough, and pitch black stone which was surprisingly light and easy to open. To anyone with decent knowledge one would realize that the building was built by dwarves to withstand attacks and fires. Inside this Inn is a room lit by several candles located on eight pillars each placed evenly along the building. The second floor was open, people could be seen, and heard, above, to get to the second and third floors one only has to walk straight from where the door is. The floor of the building is made of the similar dark stone of the door, however the tables and the bar is made of a smooth and polished blue stone with each of the chairs and stools being a red stone with a cushion. Behind the bar is stairs going up to the second floor, or down to the cellar, however these are only used by the bartender and barmaids. The bartender is a tall man, standing close to seven foot tall with long white hair and a longer whiter beard. Despite the mans hair and beard he doesn't look all that old himself, looking only about fifty years of age. The only hint that this man is not human lays in his right hand, there is a hole in the mans hand which a knife could easily have pierced fully through, around the wound is red scales of varying sizes. Around the Inn is memorabilia of the old heroes, Drow daggers of Nikki, crude Orcish war hammer of Danial, Narxes' bone bastard sword, Yuche's bone bow, Unkar's Dwarven hammer-axe, Elizabetia's bladed fan, the staff of Itchira. However those that know the old heroes would also know that three were missing, Jack, Jim, and Kaus, there was no weapon for these three contained within the walls. The barmaids walked around each table, carrying drinks, food, dirty dishes, or just making sure everyone was happy. The owner, and the bartender, is Narxes, the draconian hero who slew the Black Dragon. He stood, calmly polishing a glass while watching the door for any who entered. He was waiting, watching for people that he hoped would arrive. Over the past year he noticed the mist that started to come from the castle, he listened to the reports from people who ventured into the forest, anyone who made it to the mist found themselves turned around. The forest was always dangerous as the trees seemed to move of their own volition, but one typically could make their way if they made sure to keep straight. Soon reports came from East, Fasau and Sai that people were turning up with their blood drained, which of course led to rumors of Meridors return. Being that he is getting along in years, Narxus sent a request to as many locations as he could, at first hoping for more information, but recently he's been attempting to recruit a new batch of heroes. A new group who can kill Meridor, hopefully for good this time. ________________________________________ Reia squinted, bringing her hand up to block the sun as she looked at the stone Inn in front of her. Looking down toward the paper she received not long ago she double checked that it said to meet the man here. "This is the place." She stated, grinning as she started toward the door, "This man will definitely help me find Daddy." She found it surprisingly easy to open the door, in that she thought it would be heavy since its stone. Quickly the wolf-girl scurried over to a table, climbed up onto it before yelling, "Who sent me this letter? Who is the man who can help me find Daddy?" Narxus, who watched the young girl enter, sighed loudly as the drunks started to gather their own ideas on what exactly this girl meant. He whispered for one of his barmaids to bring the girl to the bar so that he could keep an eye out for any others who may arrive.