Under his dark blue cloak that covered his head and body from the cold rain, Dale was going through hard times. He didn't know that adventuring would of been this difficult, but up to now he had decided to press on and he was going to until he reached that NightRaven Inn. He had gone through several villages, the first of which he needed to get directions about where to go to reach Valuun Keep. Sadly many of the doors he had knocked upon for directions were slammed in his face. Eventually though, someone mentioned NightRaven Inn and where it was, and that he should head there first, ask for advice and then hopefully turn back on his foolish quest. 

The other villages he had been through, were just places he had been able to get a home cooked meal and sleep in a comfy bed, which he had received through the sheer kindness of a handful of people after he explained about his mission.

 [i]Of course this downpour had to start after I left the last village between here and NightRaven....[/i] he thought a little sourly. And so with his mucky leather shoes, soaking wet cloak and a sac still wearing on his tiring shoulders he continued to trudge towards NightRaven. There was a few good points though, the path he was on seemed to have seen a little use, so it was easier to walk through then if no one knew it existed, especially because of the mud. Another was that, just as he was going to retire in the mud, uncomfortable or not, NightRaven had just appeared on the edge of his vision and he started to speed up his pace. Dale staggered many times but did not fall into the mud, thankfully. 

As he arrived at the front doors he hurriedly pushed them open and stomped in, his shoes like mud bricks. He saw a few people around, but didn't pay them too much mind as he only wanted to get a room, his cloak and stuff washed, and perhaps have a bath as well. He called to the barkeep as he made his way over to the man, "Have you any-", then crashed to the floor without finishing his sentence. A few moments later he had risen shakily to his feet, being a little dazed from the fall and began to slowly take off his troublesome shoes. He noticed that the sac was a few feet from him, lying down but still tied shut. He was relieved as there was some important stuff in there. All the while, the barkeep watched him, his face a mixture of surprise and sympathy. 

Having taken off his shoes, standing bare foot in the room, he flung his hood back and looked up to the barkeep, repeating the question, "Have you any rooms and a bath to trade for some quality eggs?" He hoped his lucky coin helped him secure this bargain.