Time had passed, and the adventurers were the only people in the tavern, except for the attractive barmaid, who would be closing before long. She heard small bits and pieces of the group’s conversation. The forest, the big one’s axe, the other big one’s sword, that sorta thing. She gathered that they were on their way to give the forest a piece of their mind. Damn shame. The woman meandered over to their table and asked in a low tone, [color=Gray]”Can I get you all anything? It’s late, and we’ll close soon.”[/color] The woman worked here the latest out of the others, but rustling noises could be heard in the roof. That was another person who worked here, about to turn in themselves. 
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Meanwhile, man was staring out an opened but somewhat cloudy window, one floor above the adventurers. Did the tavern even have a second floor? He could also hear muffled conversations of the band of adventurers through the floorboards. He stared, leaning his elbows against the windowsill out into the windy night, a candle lighting the entire small room. It was peaceful, and almost entirely quiet in the man’s room. His thousand yard stare was aimed into the trees picking out pieces of their conversation, with a sigh.