[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone & Ntaj[/center][/b]

[color=746f6f]"Undead and greenskins, eh?"[/color] Nor asked, feeling quite ignored by most of the people still outside of the tavern. Of course he had managed to catch the adventurers at the most inopportune of times: not when they were cheery and optimistic at the start of a quest or when they returned triumphant, jubilant and weighted down with coin, but during the middle of their quest when they were all sulking and serious. Just his bloody luck. Still, if he was to make something of this pit stop, he'd need to be more persistent than the novice blacksmith who throws away his first sword at the first sign of trouble. Nor hitched his wagon by the much larger Orc wagon and made his way into the Crossed Swords tavern, in the process almost getting bowled by Keystone (the fuck's his problem?). What he found inside looked like the start of what could be a massive bar fight. Maybe this pit stop wouldn't be complete boredom and business.

Cyneburg did as she usually did, sitting back and watching (although she really should have gone into the Tavern with the rest of the group). How disappointing, she had gotten excited during the last day of the trip at the prospect of visiting a real settlement of people, not some adventuring group or military post, but they were all cowed by the threat of the undead. She probably wouldn't even be able to pick up a replacement veil. Oh well.

[color=#17c311]"Where are you going?"[/color] Cyne asked Keystone as he left the tavern, walking with purpose somewhere. He was still carrying Sana, but at this point, she wouldn't be surprised if Keystone would take a piss without putting her down first. The druid would merely follow behind and hope that she would get a complete answer from the cook.