Ismark had stumbled down the steps with a worn looking brown leather pack slung over his drenching wet shoulders.  His bleary gaze was focused towards the front wall of the tavern.  But not because he was admiring the architecture or the vast array of barricaded windows.  It was the low moaning sounds of unfortunate souls cursed to walk the lands as shambling rotting corpses that drew his attention.  From the sound of it they were closing in, surrounding the beleaguered tavern and those who still remained within.<br/><br/>Ismark let out a drunken belch as he wiped his hand across his soaked forehead, pushing the meager amounts of his black hair into further disarray.  "Uh."  Ismark grunted as he looked across towards Esperanza as she raised the question.  "Right out into that shite."  He gestured with a absent toss  of his hand towards the front door.  The sound of some unseen horror pounded against one of the boarded up windows, rattling the slabs of wood secured across its interior.<br/><br/>"The guest house.."  He paused with cheeky grin towards Teo.  "Or my love shack as some of the wenches around here know it is just a short run away."  The scratch of a claw, followed by a deep and eerie groan came from the front door.  "Once we get out into the square we turn south and it ain't far from there."  His hand slapped around his vest briefly before digging into the front pocket of his trousers.  "I got the key to the front door.  Place should be safe, ain't nothing that roams these lands at night interested in an empty house."<br/><br/>"There's a hidden tunnel in the cellar, leads to the manor, I can get you lasses to your mom from there.  If she's still alive."  He muttered the last bit under his breath as he turned his gaze between the twins.  A fist clubbed against the front door as Ismark weaved his way drunkenly through the others until he was standing before Bucren.  "I'll be needing my sword back before we run out into the night like fools."  His hand extended forward, waiting for Bucren to deposit the handle into his waiting grasp.