[center][h3]This is my new home ?[/h3][/center]

The struggle was over. The ground was littered with the smoldering or not smoldering remains of dead gnomes and soaked in their blood, but none of the hunter's or whatever they were seemed to grasp the need of cleaning up the mess. Jared did. Even at low temperatures the carcasses would soon start to rot and then the job would quickly become even more ugly. The ground water and the adjacent lake could become contaminated, illnesses be the consequence. Or maybe the contangion was able to survive and continue to do spread its evil effect ? Who knew... Or were these people a bunch of assholes leaving the job to the ordinary, native villagers ?

However it wouldn't hurt if he'd delay action by a few minutes, go into the tavern and make sure he'd have ranted a room before there was none available anymore. He needed to sleep somewhere, and preferably somewhere not situated out here in the cold. Only taking off the facemask and not the hood, Jared entered the tavern named [i]Witches' Paradise[/i]. Not having seen it from inside previously, it took him a few moments to orientate himself.

Then he headed towards the counter, having to hold his hood in place with his fingers because it was rubbing against some of the crossbeams of the ceiling. The high chairs in front of the table that usually required their users to put their feet of the ground in order to sit comfortably were a much better and way less hilarious alternative than putting himself down onto one of the ordinary ones. It was to hope they wouldn't crack.

Jared didn't know either Abigail's or Marcus' name, but the former one seemed to be in charge of the bar here so he decided to adress her: [color=#ff9900]"Greetings. I'd like to have a large mug of beer - and rent a room. Is one available ? A cheap one would suffice."[/color] He'd have to pinch pennies here until he found another source of them. Wasn't there some kind of job board over there ? Jared made a mental note to investigate it later. Also he made a mental note about staying away from that corner table where... some crazy man... was... dissecting... one of the gnomes... as it appeared. Was there any place even [i]worse[/i] than a tavern filled with people who wanted to relax, drink and eat to do this ? He instinctively regretted not having turned his head the other way around to get the job board into his view. It would have saved him the discovery.

[color=#ff9900]"Maybe you should lend this man over there a hand... And reassure that everything's properly disinfected after he's done."[/color] Jared lowly said towards the woman who claimed to be a doctor wanting to help, nodding towards Kyzler and his doing in the process.

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