Devon watched Isabel head off. He shook his head with a smug smirk. They won't likely see that one alive again. 

That was how life was in crumbleport. They stood on the grounds of untold evil waiting to grab you at every turn. 

Devon wasn't afraid though, evil was supposedly in his blood. In his lineage. He was looking for the answers, but he needed to go looking to know for sure what the truth really was.

He strode through the ruins deciding it best to head to the tavern. It was run by dwarves to no ones surprise. It was called "The Stone Cellar" and it was very popular. He could use a drink of rum right about now.