What a quaint little tavern, she smiles. But, she feels a chill in her spine as she glances around one last time before heading up to bed. Something here she must be cautious of, but she knows not what just yet.

Elayra casually looks over the remainder of the guests as she sips her wine. She ponders where she should begin searching for her brother. She sighs, sets down her glass and picks up the room key. As she assends to the sleeping quarters, she gives one last glance back at the vampire sitting in the corner.

Elayra enters the small room and places her pack on a chair and bolts the door. She removes a rod from her pocket. It is made of the brightest silver, small, only about 8 inches long with a large saphire anchored in a cresent moon at the top. Elayra points the road toward the door. She mumbles a few words in an ancient language and the door glows green momentarily. Satisfied that she is safe for the night, she lays on the bed and closes her eyes.

"Boromir thank you for your kindness , I will now head to bed for my feet are tired from their long Journey. Goodnight kind man.""

Draven walks down the stairs at first light,, it has been a long week for him and the deaths of the assasain and vampire weigh heavy on his mind. This is not the battle he is looking for. Draven considers bringing in his underlings into the town to protect the tavern from the assasains that are looking for minotaur heads. As he takes his seat,, he sniffs the air. Many new comers are in the tavern.

Sunlight enters Boromir's small room awakening the young man from his slumber. He rubs his eyes astonished that it is already daylight. He felt he didn't sleep anything as he slowly gets out of his bed to put on his clothes. As he washes himself in the washbasin he then goes down the stairs to tidy up the tavern. Adjusting chairs and opening the shutters. He cleans the fireplace and unlocks the door. Then he dissappears into the kitchen to see what he can make for his customers today.

Draven starts a morning meditation as Boromir makes his preperations for the day. The thought of many minotaurs in one place makes him happy. He contemplates talking to the innkeeper about the protection thoughts.

Boromir comes out with a hearty breakfast for his friend Draven. He pours a light ale that Criani Peracien had brought back from here long absence. It is said that it goes good with meals in the early mornings. As he serves the drink he looks curiously to see how his friend will enjoy this drink.


"You don't have to worry Draven," your time will come when the people will reunite and have their lands back. I know the last two days have been tough. We have to find out who this Great Khan is if we want to find its source," Boromir mentions still waiting to see how the ale will taste.

Draven smells the food,, and it brings him out of his semi trance. Smelling the new drink he has he ponders what it could be. Draven speaks to Boromir,, What would you think of more of my kind in the town area?


He picks up the cup with the strange drink and tastes it,,, Its a strange flavor he cant place, but it has not the taste of poison. Its not bad and takes another drink.

"I thought you would like it. It is a special drink a monk had made in the town of Suranhill. It is the town's favorite and Criani thought that she would give it a try here at the tavern. Its robust and unique flavor goes good with a hearty breakfast, wouldn't you agree.

Well my friend I am the last to ask about minotaurs. I accept you for who you are. Actually at times I wish I was a minotaur exploring the lands and seeing new things. Having that strength without having any fear. What a great feeling I could imagine, but I am but a simple human who works in a tavern. I suppose that is my calling and actually I don't mind to tell you the truth.

I think it would be great to have more minotaurs here in town. I can't speak of the town's people, yet the town of Sinatorium is probably one of the very few towns in the Lands of Bavidirian that accepts all kinds of races. Fortunately so I must add for they have the best merchants in all the lands. Alot of business strives here you know," Boromir mentions as he wipes the counter with a wet rag.

"I would be more concerned about this Great Khan and who he is. If you like I can ask around and maybe somebody can tell me of his whereabouts or something," he mentions as he slaps the rag over his shoulder.

Well,, It would be more tempting to get him in the open if a large presence of my race were in one spot,, or at least we could dispose of a few more assasains.

"Those who seek you will eventually show themselves. Always be on your guard my friend for assassins may not be great fighters, but they can lurk in the shadows and come at the most unexpected moments," Boromir mentions.

"Just the thought of that assassin the other day has chills up my arm," he mentions now pouring himself a half a glass of Goblin's Brew.

A bright light peeps through the window of Gloriana's room, she open's her eyes to see a beautiful sunshine.

She thinks to herself: The day bright and I need to resume my journey, but the past few day had taken its toll on her. She is to tired to get up and falls right back to sleep.

Remeber i am not human,, i have keen senses,, and can smell things long before they get close to me,, and have hearing that is a great factor in keeping the wrong things away from me.

First light brings Elayra to her senses. As she climbs from the bed she removes the rod from her cloak and sweeps it over her body. As the green glow dispates from her clothing, all traces of traveiling grime disappear and her outfit looks freshly pressed.

She leaves the tiny room and decends to the tavern. Enticed by the sent of food. As she reached the landing, Elayra glances at the large minotaur hunched over his breakfast. She turns to the keeper and asks, "Excuse me sir, might I trouble you for some tea and biscuits? I'm sorry I did not get your name last night. I apologize for my rudeness. I was quite weary from my travels."

Draven looks up as the newcomer enters the room. He smells magic all over her. This one could be tricky,, need to keep my senses clear. Good morning newcomer

Elayra turns and stolls to the minotaur's table. "Good morning. Might I join you for the morning meal? I do abhor dining alone and I have spent several solitary days travelling."

Sit and eat, just dont touch my axe, i am a might partial to who touches my blade.

Boromir smiles that the tavern is finally getting business again. Criani Peracien should be happy with that. Without remorse he serves the food and drinks to his customers.

Where are you coming from in your travels? Draven askes the Stranger.

Fear not for your axe, sir. I have my sword that fit quite nicely in my hand. I have no need of another weapon.