Arn's anger was not allowed to take hold. His disciplined mind pushed it to one side, compartmentalizing it for a time when the extra rage might be necessary.

After he left Narissa in the courtyard he had gone to his room, washing and dressing in freshly laundered clothing. He looked around his room and smiled at the memories many of the trophies he had on his wall brought to mind. Sighing at what lay ahead he went out to the common room to take part in fulfilling his duties as owner, bar staff and story teller to those who were frequent customers who continued to return here.
His other duty was to keep an eye out for potential companions.

The usual hustle and bustle of the day wore one, meals served, kegs tapped and stories told. Informants came and went and knowledge was exchanged between Arn and a steady flow of adventurers. He saw a group of Dwarven warriors sitting at a table, one of the serving girls came back and muttered something about a dragon and a mountain that Arn only partially listened too. His focus was on a few newcomers, people he had never seen before. Probably green adventurers looking to make some quick cash he thought to himself.

He waited until all the drinks were served then in a sudden inspired and somewhat reckless decision, climbed atop the bar, nearly stepping on someones meal and knocking more than a few tankards of ale or mead over.

" Welcome friends and newcomers alike, to the Wellspring. I have no doubt some of you know of me and my reputation, for those that do not I am Arn Wolven"

He stopped for a minute as several of the dwarves took it upon themselves to stomp a cadence and roar in cheer at his declaration. When they had calmed, as much as any dwarf with as much mead in them as they had imbibed, could be he continued.

" News reached us this morning about the West mere outpost being over run, none survived it pains me to relay"

Shocked gasps and groans from several areas came back to him after he announced the devastating news. He gave everyone time to absorb this. Then broke the news he had wanted to share. although doing so probably would annoy Narissa greatly.

"In three days time, I plan on heading out to the Darkmere, to infiltrate the ruins in the centre of that accursed place and put a stop to the Lich Myr once and for all. I am looking for adventures to come with me, it will be a difficult task and I cannot vouch for your safety or return."

Silence met him at first but then a slow rumble went through the room as more patrons decided this was a good thing.

He played his last card next.

"Anyone who is willing to join me must meet me here in three days at sunrise. I am willing to risk my own life because I feel it is my duty. For those of you who are motivated in other ways I offer a thousand gold pieces, or an equivalent to its worth with any items from our armoury, it is a paltry fee and if any of you have family you wish to leave something to I will arrange for that as well. Whatever the cost."

He stepped down from the bar, hoisted a tankard of ale and watched, looking to see if he had drawn any attention to this seemingly suicidal march. He was pleased with himself for about thirty seconds, then a hand grabbed his arm and spun him about. He knew instantly it was Narissa and the look he spun round to face was not completely unexpected either. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do. Especially when it came to the offering of payments.

He just hoped someone would interrupt his berating before it got too embarassing.