Lord Caylio wandered about the city. Reflecting on the news he heard, he pondered the plight of the Shimmarglin Inn.

“Poor Master Uthaesdir. I hope he can find a way around his financial issues. My father always liked to sit in the tavern and talk to those who would gather in the evenings.” He smiled as his thoughts brought him back to his childhood.

“Sometimes, I would sneak in and listen to the tales of battles and brave deeds, and soldiers saving pretty ladies.” Passing the inn door, Lord Caylio paused to touch the frame. “A bit shabby, maybe some new paint? I am not sure that could even help if times are so dire.”

With a slight sigh, He continued past the building, making his way home.

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Caylio has heard that the inn is having some financial troubles. This is different than the prime version because characters have progressed differently between the instances.

~ Valyrka ~
Ta'Illistim
Elves
Dark Elves

Avawren ~ I have Survival and a knife. I can work it out.