is a welcome site indeed. Travel in the fall makes for warm days and cold nights. The weary band of adventurers makes their way into the inn.

The twelve or so rough men make the locals nervous as each is seen entering with battered and scratched helm and leather armor. A trusty blade sits in a rugged sheath at the side of each warrior.

"Food and drink for my men." A tall, gruff battle scarred veteran mutters to the hostess as the men set themselves with their backs to the wall and ever mindful of the door.

"These men look like trouble." one of the customers whispers to another.