[@aia2022] Only the truly observant would have seen it, only those with the keenest eye and highest attention to detail would have noticed the trivial amongst the chaos, after all, the wraiths all looked very [i]very[/i] alike. And while it seemed that they had been continually coming through walls and doors alike, there was often just as many leaving, through walls and doors alike. In fact, the very same ones trying to prowl around through other rooms and recesses of the tavern were the very same ones appearing by the main floor, In very much the same way Lavender was about to. The taverns magic, it’s shift of reality, didn’t discriminate between the differences of wraith and patron, if it even acknowledged one at all. It was dark outside by now, irregardless of how long she had actually been there. [i]’was it the same night or the following, was it supposed to be night at all?’[/i] The lack of light hung heavy in the air, an almost palpable presence surrounding her, hungry even and it was accompanied by a strong firm silence haunting in its lone still serenity. A faint mist hovered just above the ground and danced around her feet. The sky was however was a beautiful glittering canvas of mystical colours and sparkling stars on a deep dark blank backdrop. No sooner had the tavern disappeared from vision behind her, than did it reappear in the near distance in front. Irregardless or direction, speed, will or magic, there was only one place she could possibly go. Back to the tavern. No matter how long she spent outside amongst the cold mist under the dark star lit sky, not much time had passed inside. Things were for most part as she left them. [hider=Should she try other doors within the tavern]||beyond the first she finds a hallway with many doors that are presumably rooms but they all chuck her straight back out into the main floor ignoring any and all sense of direction, reasoning and logic.||[/hider]