[b]"Well, Ashen is a disease that only effects dwarves as it seems and you humans will learn more about it when we get to Vargiz. Which is another reason Guringar isn't going. I on the other hand am safe because I am a half-dwarf."[/b] Tregon says as he puffs out a ball of smoke. He took a swig from his ale and looked around the tavern. [b]"The reason we are going to Vargiz is to find out exactly what is special about a black. I have never seen a black before so I have no way to decide why they are hard to kill. Though, they are nothing like their red and white brethren. Your arrows would burst into flame before it reaches a red or freeze solid before it is even launched."[/b] says the young half-dwarf. Tregon had begun to feel the effect that the night had on him and looked at the others. It seemed that they to were feeling tired as the night had went on. Though it wasn't obvious, it seemed that the two humans had been drinking a bit on the strong side. They didn't seem to be use to dwarven ale that they served at the Black Water tavern.

[b]"Well, I say we hit the hay for the night. We have an early morning tomorrow if we want to leave by mid-day."[/b] Tregon says this but begins to realize that he was wondering if any of the shops would actually be stocked on a Friday. Tregon left for his room upstairs after putting out the last burning remains of his tobaccoo. The night was mostly still until a storm arrived a little after the ringing of the two o'clock morning bell. It was a heavy rain that left the roads muddy and cobbles slick. Lightning wasn't seen all that often in the storm but many adventurers decided to stay one more night in case they get slowed down on the road. Yet, Guringar's band as it had come to be called in Tregon's journal couldn't waste a day because of mud. Tregon woke half past the six o'clock bell with a pounding head ache and prepared for what would be the first morning that the group would spend together. Tregon went down stairs to the bar and waited for all the others to arrive. When Tregon sat down, the owner of the tavern handed him a letter which read [i]'I wish I could come with you guys on the adventure but the storm last night was an omen of things to come -Ekindu'[/I]. Tregon was slightly nervous after seeing the letter, he feared that the others would follow the same logic that Ekindu had.