[b]"Looking at that poster, they are,"[/b] Blurted a man which has an obvious stench of ale. Lysander didn't took his eyes away from the corner and remained gazing at it, this time driving him curios as more and more people from the tavern left their seats and began crowding in. What could have caught everyone's attention to such piece of paper? Was it a matter of grave importance that even their most precious remedies of drinking were left behind? Either way, Lysander couldn't help but to take a peek of whatever the piece of paper contained but still, he has to take a long wait before everyone else could go back to their tables. [b]""Promising big rewards and glory. The foolish minds of young folk. Always thinking the government want the best for them....."[/b] Lysander made the drunkard continue until such point where he couldn't listen anymore. He was certain that looking for the barkeep was his primary concern but his sights told him the person was nowhere to be found no matter how much he turned his eyes from corner to corner. If the barkeep was present, it would become something different and much more difficult to handle where Lysander would most likely search him in the midst of brawling drunkards. 

[b]"Hah! After the attacks on Thar, safety isn't that certain any more. Who knows what they're up to!"[/b] Lysander halted, then jerked his head to shook off whatever went in his mind. The man had too much and haven't kept himself up to his unvarying state until he was driven down by his drink and was utterly intoxicated. "Attacks on Thar...." Lysander muttered in silence. He wasn't sure quite about himself, thoughts went on and smeared throughout his mind. It was soon brought to the point where he realized the recent cries of a local townsfolk about some absurd quest and what the drunk man just stated was actually chained to the piece of paper everyone was antsy to take a peek. It could actually solve his financial deficiencies and also acquire more knowledge about magic which he continued to seek up until now. Lysander took the grim reminder of the man as nothing but frail discouragements. 

The people in the tavern continued their merry stay until at such point it's halo began to shrink in breakable mists of intoxicated exhaustion. More and more gave in and couldn't insist on having another sip of liquor but still, there are some who still felt like beasts and took more than what they had on their previous rounds. 

A beautiful tavern wench was sailing gracefully through the halls. She had passed where Lysander stood as she was brought to a halt when the sorcerer grabbed a hold of her shoulder. The wench looked a bit startled but entertained the man in the best way she had devoted herself to. Lysander cleared his throat as his eyes were set on the woman. "Where Is the barkeeper?," he paused to turn his eyes away from the wench and once again roamed his sights to entire place. "I need a place to stay for the night. Is there a room I can afford?" Lysander's voice sounded as if he was some murderer inviting another victim in his blood fest. The wench felt nervous to give an answer but seemed to tether herself from all of it. "He isn't here.....I'm afraid. I could....uh .....get him for you...If you'd like but he's on the mayor's office right now.....uh....taking care of something important to his .....current business. His son temporarily runs the place. I can certainly get him for you" She ended up with a bit of confidence. Lysander watched and waited as the young wench vanished from his sight.