[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Night has arrived
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] The temperature is dropping quickly and the mugginess that hung in the air is starting to clear out with the breeze.
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Most have turned in for the evening, lights around the town dot the uncurtained windows. Inside the tavern is the usual frivolity. 
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn Currently

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=6ecff6]GM Controlled NPC[/color] & [color=a187be]Kyra Altham[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Inside the Crossed Swords Tavern
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Bog Of Eternal Stench
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	Cremwise smiled at the two with a big toothy grin, happy to see some may come with him bit he would need to know a bit more and while one already seemed handy, he was still interested in the fair haired woman who had already shown skill; one that he felt would be useful.

	"Well of course compensation would be in order but to give such a quote without knowing more about you and your cohort here would be unwise. Would be best if you told me a bit more about yourselves. And I am sure you would care to know more about just what you are getting yourself into before we venture it," he said with a charismatic flourish of his hand.

	Kyra, in the meantime ate quietly, enjoying the song somewhat, it was a nice change to the screams and thralls of death which came from battle. Resting back in her seat, she nodded to the question and rested her silverware on her plate.

	[color=a187be]"Yes, I was sent by the King of the Woodland realms to check on a few matters,"[/color] she said cordially. She kept it short and sweet, if he wished to know more he could ask and she wouldn't lie but she felt it prudent not to show her entire hand at once.

	Then it happened, it was slow and muffled at first; causing Kyra to gain a rather perplexed look on her features. Then it grew, the boards of the floor above her table seemed to quake slightly, rattling like Jacob Marleys shackles and sounding twice as ominous. Slowly her head tilted back, eyes widened as she placed her hands on the edge of the table and pressing back slightly.

	[color=a187be]"That sounds obscene,"[/color] Kyra muttered under her breath.

	The noise grew, death thralls of Water Dragons were more pleasant to the ear. The tavern seemed to go silent as men looked at each other, shaking their heads no; denial that they were the cause of such a monstrous rear exiting of bodily noise. A voice from above, was it God? Or had God just been driven out of heaven by an angel of hemorrhoidal abyss?

	No one was left time to ponder, the smell hit like a fog of rotting flesh; seeping through the cracks of wood that were no protection to those on the ground floor from the acid death from above. Kyras hand covered her nose and mouth, dry heaving as it hit her first. Others soon followed suit, several rushing out the door for fresh air.

	The place was in havoc thanks to the sounds and smells from above. Femnal wrapping a wet rag around his face, eyes widening as Keystone came down the stairs.

	"Dear sir, your gold is spent! It will take me a fortnight to clear out the smell!" he yelled towards Keystone.