It wasn't far to the town center; the inn Cedrik was staying at was a little ways off the main thoroughfare, in a sleepier section of town. Even at this late hour, the city's heart was buzzing. The shops had long since closed down, aside from one small, unmarked store that still had lights in the windows, but the three taverns off of the central square were lively and active, and a small, roving band of jovial drunks were making their way through the streets, singing merrily to themselves.<br/><br/>There wasn't much to tell the three taverns apart, but if she bothered to study them, she'd find one, where the sounds of fighting seemed to be coming from inside, one where loud music and singing dominated, and one that was relatively quiet and subdued, compared to the other two.