As they all introduced themselves, Athinar winced, and a sharp pain ran through his hand. Rubbing it absently, he barely realized that a spark had flown upwards, fizzling out before it lit anything on fire. Before they left, however, he said, "M' name's Athinar Da' Danash. And just to be clear, I expect at least half of you to die, even with my help." Plunking some coins down on the bar, he sighed. "Maybe I'm being to optimistic..." Heading upstairs, he slammed the door to his room shut, and murmuring a spell, made it impervious to intruders. Collapsing on the bed, he fell asleep, with the pain on his hand growing ever steadily.
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[i] Athinar rolled over in bed, to see that his wife was gone. Yawning and pulling on some trousers, he sleepily stood, and left the room. He saw his wife by the fire, cooking some meat. Smiling, he hugged her from behind and said, "You know, you might have woken me up, I could help with breakfast." With a high-pitched giggle, his wife turned her head, and her face was nothing more than flesh on bones. With a start, and stumbling backwards, Athinar landed in another room, and scrambling up to his feet, looked around. It was a dark, circular chamber, with a pedestal in the center. A smooth, seductive voice said, "You shall find your answers here...." A bright light obscured what was on the pedestal, and with a flash, sent Athinar to his home, which was burning. His two children were crawling on the ground, charred and blackened. Looking up at him feebly, they said, "Why- why weren't you there for us? WHY FATHER, WHY?!?"[/i]

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Tossing and turning, Athinar's hands flared, and catching alight, set the room on fire. Waking up to the smell of fire, he saw that his room was a towering inferno, walls, roof, and floor ablaze. Grabbing his pack, which was a little dusty, but still usable, he kicked open the door, and began waking up the patrons, sending them outside. When he reached one room, though, he paused. It was empty, yet this was where all the greed was emanating from... Looking quickly around, he spotted something. A single floorboard, under the bed was the focus of the person's greed. Thinking this suspicious, Athinar pulled it up and saw a sack of gold. Pulling it out, he emptied most of it into his pack, leaving a few bracelets and rings behind. Leaving the room, he began to evacuate the barroom downstairs, and finally hefting the bartender out, grabbed a young woman by the arm, saying, "This place is about to come down on your head! Move, move, move!"