[center][h2][u]TAVERN EVENT[/u][/h2][/center]

And so it came, ever so slowly and silently creeping into the tavern. First it made its way around the outside, swiftly embracing the perimeter with its presence. Next it pressed against the window panes, crawled under the door and crept invisibly across the wooden floor. 

Before mingling with any of the patrons it spread itself thin and dug deep into the furniture and walls. It wrestled itself into the core of things, tables, chairs, the chandler, cutlery. Nothing untouched was free from its grasp, even the once brilliantly burning hearth began to suffocate under its clandestine presence.

And just like that the fire went out. It simply refused, it could burn no longer, and the room was swept with a gradual but threatening chill. There was no warmth left in the tavern but that of the patrons. Every still liquid would eventually become ice, and who knew how far it would go after that.