At that, Jarrod shrugged. "Just wondering that's all. Yggdrasil's supposed to be heading off to the Central Regions, so I thought that if you were from there you could have given us directions or something. Guess not." He leaned back once more, staring at the ceiling above him. His eyes moved along with the spinning fans, eventually making him just a bit dizzy. Steadying himself, gripped his chair and stopped the world from spinning. And shaking. And turning. And roaring.

Roaring?

Yes, that's what it sounded like. A deep roaring that could pierce the air itself and rock mountains. . .wait a minute. Grabbing his blade, Jarrod jumped up and ran outside. "Sorry about this guys, but duty calls!" Then he paused in his step. "Unless of course, you wanna help me save the day and all. Without waiting for an answer, he headed out the tavern and looked around in confusion.

Where was the roar coming from? He could hear it everywhere. Literally.