Leogeon groaned as he mentally complained about his recent blunder then again at the time he was in a state of fear something he hadn't experienced much in his life. He was a necromancer, a summoner of undead, user of the unnatural dark arts that hold power over life and death. Fear was something still new to him. As his thoughts went by he heard unnatural voices felt the room shake as though a quake had happened though the worst it did was knock things down around him including some of the kegs of ale and the nice wine he had been gathering seeing as the tavern owner wasn't going to need such things. Then a thought accrued to him, the place was set ablaze and just recently got hit by a quake, this place was not in the best shape right now and the thought got Leogeon to decide to get up and quicken his pace. grabbing a keg of the best ale he could find and a few bottles of good wine he quickly made his leave of the area making sure he wasn't forgetting any of his gear.<br/><br/>Upon exiting the tavern Leogeon was met with an interesting sight and one that gave him concern. One the crowd gathered around the weakened tavern that Leogeon had started calling the<span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Black Cat Tavern</span></span>, second the child that the half-orc took in after killing his parents now lay limp on the ground with out a visible cause for why he lay there, then there was the fact it was raining something of good fortune as it would help wash away the ale from his ale soaked robes. Placing the keg with the other assortment of gear the his group had been gathering he turned to face who would be his allies for the rest of his stay on the island.<br/><br/>"Someone mind filling me in as the what has been happening here?" Spoke Leogeon.