The city of Vaele was hectic and full of life as Conan walked through her streets. The sounds of chatter from the people who lived there, the clanging of the blacksmith's hammer at his forge, the creaking of the wheels of carts. It was far too lively for his tastes. The sounds were so loud and unnatural that he could feel his mood souring the longer he was there. Living all those years in Hieledran's forests had left him unaccustomed to such noise and he longed to be back amongst the quiet, organic sounds of the forest. Unfortunately it would have to wait until this business with the strange letter was resolved though. If he was lucky it would be a joke and he could return and put Teacher's mind at ease. When she read the letter she insisted he go even though it was probably addressing her. But he respected the woman and owed her much, if she wanted him here he would go and face whatever darkness the letter talked about. 

He held the letter in his hand to check that he had the correct inn. "[i]The Hearthstone Inn? How Creative.[/i]" He scoffed to himself and stepped inside. The inn was mostly bare save for a few drunks at a table, a bard, and people at the bar. He was perceptive but he didn't even need to be to figure out that they were the ones he was looking for. They were armed for one thing and way too diverse to be good chums simply enjoying a drink for another. Rather than waste time he merely took a free seat at the bar and slapped his letter on the table before puling his face mask down and addressing the bar-wench. "Mead. Stronger the better."