<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">Where five days of long travel would have been enough to make some call it some time before, a hooded wanderer would agree, but not mind too much. He had been on the road at least three days... Or at least since he last made camp. After a... conflict with a few tasteless elements, he had to hoof it for three days, missing out on a decent meal. Of course, griping about it now was a waste of time.</span><br/><br/>Strolling right into town, a man cloaked in a hood of black, the only thing to be seen is his dark armored shoes, clanking softly as he took each step. "Nice place... Maybe here I can get some rest and maybe some food as well." Spoke the man softly, his right arm gripping on his left arm, squeezing to calm its slight shaking. Although his little friend had little reason to complain...<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">"I apologize for being a nagger, but since the incidents with those bandits... You've had little food and little water..."</span> Spoke a more studious voice, yet silent flowing through the man's ears.<br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I know... And yet I don't feel hungry at all."</span><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">"I've been administering some herbs in your system... It must be a pain sometime... Needing to eat or three times just to function to a reasonable extent."</span><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Not always, but you get used to it." </span><br/><br/>As he tried to spot out an inn, his eyes turned about slowly and calmly. Soon they stopped, a building that had known better days catching his attention. Had a fire caught to it, feasting away? Or had something gone awry, reducing it to rubble? A waking flame devouring everything in its wake. Precious memories. Treasures. Nick Knacks. All lost to a fiery monster... Did anyone survive whatever happened? Was anyone hurt in the incident? Couldn't hurt to ask around, right?<br/><br/>However, he was supposed to be looking for an inn, not admiring one's ruined home or shop, like he was viewing his own handiwork. Walking further along the road, he soon came across a good-looking building. Compared to the ordeal which didn't look too bad, it paled in comparison with its classy look. Walking into the inn, but the moment he steps into the inn... His eyes shot up, his arm gripping strongly on his stomach. Unable to move, and unable to speak... His long fasting, soon biting in his back. His stomach rumbling wildly, and as he tried to take one step... Falling onto the inn floor like a helpless oak, he groans loudly in the wake of his hunger.</span>