The story takes place with our adventurers stuck in a shabby, musty inn during the midst of a thunder storm. The lighting was rather poor and there was a pungent stank odor that wafted through the room. The food wasn't bad but it also wasn't good, the only thing to complement about this place was that it had good ale. There were some other people trapped there as well (common folk and pretty much your average traveler if they ask), but there was one noticeably odd individual sitting in the corner of the room; he was cloaked in a black hooded robe, wore gloves of a fine leather-like material, and his shoes barely had any wear to them which seemed odd for one who was travelling the lands. His staff and long sword were leaning against the wall behind him, on the table he had a mug of ale that was barely touched. He had an eerie aura about him.

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