As Catherine stormed out of the inn, Henry made a big show of shooing her off, saying that ungrateful guests were not welcome here. When no one was looking, he gave her a little wink and a quick grin before going back to work. Now anyone who remembered her would think of an uptight foreigner and not someone hired by the city to protect them from the drow. An ideal cover. He patted the back of the barkeep. “I know it was hard to act in such a manner my friend, but if the Gloaming had stayed any longer there might have been a lynching. The crowd was practically staring death into her back” The man nodded with a sullen look on his face. “I know, but I hate treating anyone that bad.” Henry gave him one more consolatory pat on the back and thought that the barkeep deserved a small bonus in his pay this week.<br/><br/>Catherine and Shira along with her pet made their way through the town, small torched along the path lighting their way. They looked for an inn that was not too big or filled with people as to remain as inconspicuous as possible, hard as it may be for Shira and her bat. The finally come to a out of the way tavern, nestled in the back of town surrounded by houses and business that did not seem to be doing as well, relative to the success of the town anyway. An old sign swung from above the door, with a dead stump painted on it, its paint chipping.<br/><br/>The door of the tavern opened with a creak and inside was barely more lit then the night itself, figures huddled over small candles of their tables throughout the inn. “Whada want?” said a man at the door. He was whip thin with a large scowl on his face. His hair was ragged except for the large bald spot in the middle and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in months.<br/>