The rain's fat, heavy drops continued to fall, as if the rain clouds were trying to feed the every hungry ground. As the northerner, Arkadi Vasile trudged through the rain he could only think of one thing, the dry inn. He paused for a second and shook off the collecting clod of mud off of his large boots while he gazed upon the decaying Valuun's Keep. With the seventeen remaining turrets that were ravaged by harsh elements and time, as well as the broken gate it produced a certain mood. Soon after Arkadi let his gaze linger he felt a shiver down his spine and made the sign for warding off evil, a pair of horns. All Arkadi could think is that the Keep is bad news, but he doesn't see anybody else sneaking into the den and poking the bear to protect a small inn. With a sense of accomplishment Arkadi neared the Inn, stepping in the much smaller footsteps of others he opened the door as the lightening struck. After ducking through the door way and narrowly avoiding the drunks on the floor the Varan sat down on a bar stool. The stool seemed to groan in protest of holding the giant. The barkeep approached with a, "What'll it be?"

The northerner thought for only a second before pulling off his hood and saying in a thick accent, "Meat, I want meat. Beef if you have it." It took a second for the swarthy barkeeper's mind to decipher the accent then asked if he wanted a drink to which Arkadi replied,

"It's been a long day, give me something strong." The man behind the counter pulled out a Akvavit-type spirit and filled up a small cup which Arkadi downed and asked for more. After another shot Arkadi felt his abilities might be needed so he cut off his drinking there and paid for his meal with a handful of silver drakes. Arkadi Vasile hung his cloak to dry and sat near the fire tearing at his cut of meat that may have been a little dry. As he was eating Arkadi kept his ear to the ground and listened for news on the Keep while he scanned the room for anything of interest.