~Miles Kyzalith~

"So...this is Stagcross."

Miles said with a raspy voice. He hadn't spoke much since he set out travel from Fendrel and being alone with little water on his journey left his voice hoarse. It wasn't a particularly dangerous journey, from Fendrel to Stagcross, but it felt long. He'd successfully fended off a mocker beast on his first day out. The clever animal had gotten close to miles while wearing the disguise of a merchant, no doubt it had gotten the look from an actual merchant some time in its past. When miles saw through its rouse it quickly changed shapes and attacked. It resembled a short haired wolf with an extra set of limbs in its midsection.

That happened on his first day out, since then things have been uneventful. It didn't matter now anyway, he'd made it to Stagcross. Parched, he set off for the closest tavern. He would surely be able to wet his beak there, it was also likely he would find the person who he came to find. A tavern was always a good place to find rumors and gather information. 

After asking around briefly he had managed to locate the tavern. He marched up to the front doors and swung them open, standing in the doorway, acknowledging the room...and the smell.