Leon made no particular effort to quicken his step. He was in the rain, but he had his cloak, and it wasn't like he had never braved such weather before during his many years of travel. He walked slowly up the highway seeming to be in no particular hurry. His hands were buried in his pockets, and most of his body was obscured by the dark green cloak wrapped around him. His head was tilted downwards as he moved ahead. Perhaps not the safest practice, seeing as one should have full vision ahead of them as they walk, but Leon hardly cared. He knew what was in front of him well enough, having passed by here a few times, and he knew that farther up the road was the old Night-Raven Inn. He had often passed by this area thinking to investigate the old keep, but something always drew him off. However, this time with all the new commotion around here he committed himself to investigating the ancient fortress.

Truthfully Leon was wary of the keep. He may have been a seasoned dungeoneer, but something about Valuun Keep was different. You could feel the air grow cold as you drew near. The local stories often warned of an entrance to the fabled Under Deep but Leon took such rumors with a grain of salt. He didn't believe in ghosts and ghouls, and certainly not the Underworld. Leon took such things at face value: He could not see them, so chances were they weren't truly there. Any old bump in the night probably has some sort of reasonable explanation. However Leon let such thoughts drift past as he neared the Inn.

The Inn wasn't the most impressive sight, but it certainly served its purpose well. It has stood the test of time underneath the watchful eye of the distant keep. Leon approached the door and pushed it open. The warm light of a fire was welcome, and the sinful smell that promised food was as well. Leon drew into the main gathering room. He could feel the hostile glares of the locals, and judging by the state of the room someone had felt those stares in a more personal way rather recently. Several men were groveling in pain, and an assortment of broke furniture decorated the floor. Leon approached the counter. Here he overheard a young elven women inquire about Valuun Keep. Leon spoke before the inn keeper could. "Valuun Keep," he began, "Legend has it that it was built by an insane general by the name of Valrund. It allegedly is connected with a cave that leads into the Under Deep, lending to it's mysterious reputation. Locals believe it's haunted but I wouldn't put much stock into rumors. I'd say there must be something going on there, but I don't believe it's haunter, and I certainly don't believe there is a cave there that leads to the Underworld."