Culphon as well heard the the roar, though few others in the bar seemed to, either too enthused in their games of chance, or their drink. But Culphon wandered outside, looking up and down at what could possibly have made that noise, he knew that he wasn't going crazy, he had heard something, and the legends he had heard growing up were very specific on what kind of something that something was. Looking behind him, he made his way back into the bar, suddenly much more wary of his surroundings.