While most of the other guests are able to laugh off the guts of wind, the nervous looking young swordsman does not seem able to. While he does settle down into his seat again, his eyes are continually roaming about the room, and his hand strays towards the hilt of his sword, dropping towards it with a nervous twitch, then slowly rising back again.<br/><br/>The slightly eerie music coming from the musician, while it might suit a dark room and tales of dread around a fire, do not seem to be doing overly much for the young man's already frayed nerves.<br/><br/>The inns door opens with a clatter, and a trio of men enter, shaking off the rain and looking around. Their eyes fix on the nervous young man a moment before he sees them and starts to his feet.<br/><br/>"So, Chen ..." says the one in the middle, as the other two move to flank him. "That was a fine chase you led us, and in such weather. Elder brother will have words for you."<br/><br/>The innkeeper scurries across, eager perhaps to head off the obvious confrontation brewing in front of him. Before he can open his mouth one, the man nearest half draws his sword, and stabs a finger at his chest. "This does not concern you, old man. Go hide back in your kitchen while you still can."