Safety wasn't a word that Leroy used much, or really anyone else in Wal-world. Of course, when he gripped the handle to the tavern, he didn't expect a man with an axe through his head stumble out of it. When he had first observed the tavern, it had looked relatively "safe" but again, nothing ever really was. Before Leroy could even think about what to do with the body, several figures burst out of the bar after the dead man, and it was all he could to step backwards in order to avoid the barrage.  An aging man burst out of the doorway, quickly followed by an archer and hold on, was that a topdweller? 

While they sprinted to what looked like a rusted old golf cart, a Wallord warrior ripped through the doorway, hatchet in hand. Now, if all of this wasn't a hallucination and those people were actually real,  they obviously had some sort of purpose behind them to chase and Leroy wanted in on it. Ignoring the urge to drag the body of the man away for tests, he pulled out his hunting knife and slashed out at the enraged warrior. The blade ripped through his weak armor and scored a shallow cut along his chest. The man of course didn't notice the blow until the toxin started flowing through his bloodstream. His mouth started frothing, and he fell into the floor screaming so loud Leroy could almost compare it to the voice in his head when it was mad at him. Speaking of which, the voice was yelling at him now. "Go with them, they will further your quest" the voice invading his thoughts and mind. 

He quickly sidestepped the man and ran after the group, jumping on top of the golf cart and causing it to groan in protest. The graying man stopped whatever he was doing to stare at Leroy. He imagined himself to be quite a sight, a rough leather trench coat and dented crow mask obscuring most of his body. "Drive you imbecile! Before whatever force you've wrought upon yourself is released upon us all!" 

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