Jamfoogle sighed. Rain had just started to fall. He hadn't been in this strange new land for more than a day. He ahd been quite excited coming here. He had simply heard a salty sea dog in some backwater port tell of great adventure and riches to be had there. And so, here he was. It had been quite a tiring trip at sea, and he had been shuttled on a cart to the main city almost immediately. The people were nice, if rather not what he was used to. And most thankfully spoke the common language, but that didn't change much about the fact that he was getting soaked in the rainfall.<br/><br/>And then, he came across an inn. It seemed as welcoming a place as any, so the expeditious gnome entered through the door and into the welcoming warmth. He looked around. The palce seemed decent enough. Sure, there were the patrons that were indulging perhaps a little too much in alchoholic beverages. And other sorts who looked rather rowdy. But it wasn't anything Jamfoogle regarded as being out of the ordinary. He did note however, that a rather curious pair of elves were sitting in the corner. It wasn't often that one saw drow aboveground. So the gnome stared at them for some time.<br/><br/>Then, the woman started rambling in some strange dialect. It seemed similiar to the common language but... different. Jamfoogle couldn't make out a word of what the old woman might be trying to convey. As she talked however, it seemed she grew more and more deranged, scratching into the table and clutching some trinket in her hand.<br/><br/>She then threw the stones all over the place. Jamfoogle wondered why she would do this. Was it some kind of ritual? A magical spell perhaps? He didn't know, but he intended to find out sometime. Now was not the time however, as the woman was rambling as her eyes flew across the room. They seemed empty in a way. Perhaps the woman was blind?<br/><br/>Her words were cryptic. Her message wasn't quite clear. It wasn't explicitly directed at anyone, yet still Jamfoogle felt like she was speaking to him. It seemed she was portending a message of dire importance, but it just as well could have been the inane ramblings of some aged hag. However, a closer examination made it clear the woman had an air of... enjoyment about her. Almost as if she liked the attention she was receiving.<br/><br/>The woman called the other drow to join her for tea. Her voice had changed considerably from the wispy, almost ethereal voice with which she had spoken to the patrons of the bar. It seemed the show was over, so the gnome decided to find a seat. He searched around for a while, and decided to make himself comfortable next to a female dwarf that had been enjoying quite a hearty meal when the aged drow had put on her  little show. The dwarf still seemed to contemplate what had just been said.<br/><br/>Jamfoogle decided to get a conversation going. Maybe she knew of some thigns to do around these parts. Perhaps she spoke in a plain and easily understood manner that left little open for interpretation. "That was quite a commotion, wasn't it? What would you suppose all that meant?" He asked the dwarf in a jovial manner.