Two gray-skinned men wearing pirate garb walked into the inn. One had large bull horns, and was taller, bulkier, than the man who entered with him, who had curved ram horns on the sides of his head. The taller one spoke, his voice gruff, "I believe that someone here has a valuable object of mine."<br/><br/>The inn grew very quiet, the only sound was the fire crackling in the fireplace. Morys's right hand rested on the hilt of one of his swords again. Though he made no other movement, and didn't even look at the door, unlike most everyone else in the common room.<br/><br/>Somebody coughed in the back.<br/><br/>"Give it back and no one gets hurt," the smaller of the two demons demanded with a sneer.<br/><br/>The Elf grabbed her hood with both hands, as if planning to push it from her head. Her hands stopped mid-motion, before any light touched her face, as she noticed the Elf-looking man speaking with the barkeep. She tugged her hood down and reached for the iron-tipped arrows held in a quiver under her cloak. "This is serious! If they want the object, it could be worse than I thought," her usual lyrical voice was low and a hiss.<br/><br/>Morys yawned as if he were bored.<br/><br/>"Let's search them!" the taller of the two said, and both of the demons grinned widely.