[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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Unfortunately the innkeeper was nowhere to be seen, and Aelin found himself standing in the tavern's kitchen. Alone.

[i][color=limegreen]Oh, if only this town's guards saw me now.. Just how easy would it be to blame the girl's murder on a traveling musician?[/color][/i]

He figured the wizard was probably the person he should talk to, so he turned around and returned to the main room - Only to find out the corpse had vanished while he'd been away. Had someone taken it?

[i][color=limegreen]Anyways..[/color][/i]

Aelin was fully on guard as he climbed the stairs. This whole place was giving him the creeps now, it no longer felt like the lively and happy bar he'd walked into a few hours earlier. The overwhelming silence. And the.. Cold?

As soon as the elf entered the second floor's corridor, he saw death itself. And death looked back. Some evil force, possibly the one Ofnir had talked about, had turned these poor people into terrifyig, lifeless beings.

Aelin pulled out both of his knives, gesturing the dead to keep their distance. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, and decided to call the wizard.

[color=limegreen]"Ofnir!"[/color]