Jorrin moves towards the Tavern's entrance, ready to get out of the rain. At first, everything seems perfectly normal. When suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks, as he notices that there's a body lying there.<br/><br/>"We might have a little problem." he says quietly to the group, pointing to the prone form.<br/><br/>To himself he whispers, "Why does nothing ever just go easily?" as he draws his crossbow and loads it.<br/><br/>So much for just getting out of the rain.