Duncan peered through a spyglass at a rickety building that sat precariously on the side of a cliff. If he hadn't seen several figures walking in this direction earlier before suddenly disappearing from site, he would have guessed the building to be empty. After all, who would ever risk take such a risk as to go in there? Now that he knew there were at least several people inside, it couldn't hurt to add another 200 or so pounds of bad ass assassin and gear. Folding up the Spyglass and attaching it to his belt, Duncan began to make his trek toward the Lonely Tavern.

Approaching the magic net that surrounded the tavern, Duncan stared at it with a raised eyebrow as his chin rested on his hand. Picking up a nearby pebble, he threw it at the barrier to see what would happen and watched as it passed safely through. Still, this was magic which is as unpredictable as it is powerful. Drawing his sword, the assassin poked the barrier only to find no change as well. Sheathing the sword, Duncan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked through the net. It seemed he had been worried about nothing. Now, it was time to see what was going on in this desolate location.

The bow on his back almost scraping across the door frame as he walked inside the tavern, Duncan took in the other patrons. The first thing he noticed was the large, crystal golem that some summoner must have conjured up. Obviously, the assassin had completely misjudged the strength of this building's supports. As the boards creaked loudly with every several steps he took though, Duncan began to wonder if his original judgement had been correct. Sitting down at one of the bar stools, he used his peripheral vision to search for any prospective customers while he pretended to count his coins to purchase a drink. Duncan didn't need to count his money to know that if he wanted to rub two nickels together, he'd have to borrow one.