Hours passed as Leogeon sat in a nice dark area of the inn, he knew not the reason why he felt the most comfortable in the dark, though if one had to guess it was probably due to his study habits. As he sat there staring at the bodies of the dead spiders and people of the inn, the stench of death and decay starting to emanate from the recent battle, and it brought back old memories of his past. He remembered the days where he would research on the recently dead, which were bodies that still had skin and such. He remembered how he would test the body's resilience to certain things finding weakness to being sliced yet seemed hard to damage with a hammer or a stab from a knife. He figured it could be lit on fire but with not much to fuel the flames the fire would quickly go out.<br/><br/>He continued his form of meditation as his arcane power was restored. Getting up he looked around the place now covered in the shadows of night, thinking he'd grab a bottle wine from the bar if he could find one, till he heard a sound that very well could wake the dead. Someone in the inn was screaming, and he wished to know why. He quickly moved with a scythe in his hands to find the source of the screaming not knowing what he would find.