The tavern was quite a large space, although only a few people occupied the ground level and all seemed to be otherwise occupied. However the main floor was multi-leveled, with a wide stairway leading to a smaller seating area just between the two hallways that contained the many rooms one could stay in. 
It was from this second level, just beyond the angle of sight, the sound of a chair shuffling on the floor could be heard. 
A second later the torso of an elderly man could be seen leaning on the railings as he deliberately and loudly cleared his throat.

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[color=aba000][color=fff200][i]”And if you find this person, what shall you do..? Oh little necromancer.”[/i][/color][/color]
His voice was surprisingly strong and carried well for an old man, full of force and confidence but also a weight of arrogance and cruelty. He stared down at one person in particular and it was clear in the twist of his lip that he despised Alwen.

A flash of light zapped again as the imp touched the edge of its magical bindings, only this time it was not because he moved but because the cage was shrinking.

Behind the man two silent figures made their way to his side. A head shorter and of thin frame, billowing white robes covered their bodies and a large hood concealed their faces. However, somehow their mere presence exuded an aura of danger.