Razmus Deepsunder sat at the bar, rather dismal. This whole mess was just far to complicated for him. He took a swig of his stout. He glanced at his mug. Could the headache be from a hangover? He scratched his head. It would explain the memory loss, too. Bah, it didn't feel like a hangover though. He frowned deeper and took another swig.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BF00">The inn was not very busy at the moment. The owner was behind the bar. He is a middle-aged, short human named Raff Halden. His hair was a medium brown with streaks of gray. His eyes are steel gray. He was starting to wrinkle and show his age. He looked as though he had lived a full life and would probably have a great story for anyone who asked for it. His wife, Flora, was in the kitchen behind the bar. She was busy preparing the breakfast meal for the patrons. Taking a quick break, she appeared in the small archway that separated the bar from the kitchen. She was about the same age as her husband. She had tawny hair with gray peppered throughout it. Her eyes are green as spring grass. She smiled at her husband as she passed him.<br/><br/>She smiled as she patted Razmus on the shoulder. “The wheat porridge and bread are done, dear. I know you’ve had a rough morning, but maybe some food will help.” <br/><br/>Razmus nodded and searched his pockets. He pulled out a handle of coins and held it out in his open hand. After a few seconds, Flora smiled a small smile and took the 3 coppers from him. She dropped it into her apron pocket and then moved on to tell the other patons that the meal was done. <br/><br/>There were only three other patrons awake and in the tavern. There are two male Halflings. One is rough in appearance, with red hair and sharp brown eyes. He wears robes of uncertain origin. The other has silver hair and sharp hazel eyes. He wears leather armor and wields a short sword. They face each other at the same table, barely even acknowledging Flora as she talks to them. <br/><br/>The other patron is a female human off at her own table. She is clearly a warrior. However, she is much more friendly when Flora talks to her. They have have a brief, friendly conversation. The woman hands Flora three copper pieces and walks of to the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later with two bowls of porridge and one tankard of stout. Flora smiles as she sets the porridge in front of Razmus.  Razmus smiles briefly and starts eating. <br/><br/>After handing the warrior her food and drink, Flora sits down at the bar. She doesn’t even have time to strike up a conversation before the floorboards in the hall creak under the weight of an approaching patron. Flora smiles widely and rushes towards the sound.<br/><br/>“Morning, sweetie.”</span>