"Hey Koh. . .I think we were better off standing on the railing and watching the crowds come in," Erin groaned. Really, they should have known better than coming here. They should have turned around as soon as they entered the the Boggan. Curiosity was obviously at work here, or at least, common sense wasn't. There was no music in the tavern, just the clamor of people wanting food, eating food, talking about what happened, and talking about being here now. Even though some of the food looked undercooked, it seemed most of the refugees were just thankful to have food in front of them.<br/><br/>There was no use trying to find a table, or even trying to find a wall to lean against it seemed. Getting ale would probably be impossible as well. "I'd suggest leaving but it's probably this bad everywhere," she mused, rubbing the back of her neck. Glancing back over her shoulder, she could see that the path behind them had closed up already, plugged with more refugees. "Not that we could leave anyway."