It had only been a few months since Athull found himself on the road again after a fairly decent mission playing missionary for a wealthy Empress. Now, he rode horseback toward Omicria for yet another escapade of unknown origin. It didn't take too long for the diligent steed to arrive at the town just south of Omicria. Before settling in and stocking up for whatever laid in store for him, he thought a quick stop at the local bar wouldn't be too much of a detour. Luckily for him, a tavern happened to cross his path and a the pleasant sight of a comely bar maid caught his eye. In no time flat, the reigns of Athull's horse were fastened to a wooden support beam and the coy mage found himself a seat at the bar within the Tavern.