Talon had barely a moment to take in the inviting ambiance of the inn before he was greeted by quite the bubbly personality. The woman introduced herself as a “Rosalinda Montoya” and offered him a room with several amenities he hadn’t had in nearly a week. Before he could thank her, from the pit of his soil, she hurried off; presumably to take care of the other arrivals. Something about everything he had found in the past few minutes shook his belief that he had died but what else could have happened? One second he’s running for his life through the devil’s forest and the next he’s in the company of a group of strangers, some of which were races that he had never even heard of. Besides, who builds an inn in the center of such a place? 

That had to be bad for business.

Either way, he wasn’t in any kind of state to question what had happen without a belly full of food and four nights worth of sleep, so he simply shrugged it of and headed further into the inn. It was when he found a seat at a corner table and sat down that he was convinced he hadn’t died. Sitting on the chair had caused bright prickling pain to bloom through all of the skin he had laid to rest. 

Dead men knew no physical anguish

[I]And I’m no dead man…[/I]

It relieved him, more then he thought it would and his same satisfied smile muscled it’s way past the grit in his teeth. He still had his chance to be of use to this world, where ever he may be, and if there weren’t any people that needed him more then this group that had been lost to the woods; not that he knew of anyways. Right now he could lend his arm to make sure these people, and people like entities, ,make it back to their families and loved ones. That was his new plan, rest up, fill up and arm up in the hopes that he can save these poor souls that had found their lives path’s overlapping in the same sad state his was now. 

But! He wasn’t in any kind of way that could help anyone, even himself, and if what the girl was said was right then this was the place to recuperate before having to trek back through that gods dammed woods.Once sat down he found himself too exhausted to even try to get anyone’s attention and decided it best if he just wait to be helped. Many people bustled about the place but no one had talked to him, other then Miss Rosalinda, and he'd rather keep quiet then improperly address someone.

[I]The first person to bring me anything resembling food or drink will have my eternal gratitude….[/I]

A dedicated thought and one of his last before he began to doze off in his chair, aided by the warm embrace of the mis-found haven.