The back door was unlocked and slightly ajar. The typical scent of a roadside tavern seeped out from inside; old ale and musky stew, mixed with the smell of horse and dirt.<br/><br/>It was hard to make out details in the darkness, but it seemed to kitchen was deserted. It was a bit of a mess, but it could just be untidy as much as disturbed by some commotion. The floor was a little sticky. Was it old foodstuffs? Blood?<br/><br/>A noise interrupted that chain of thought. A clear, audible creak penetrated the woodboards of the ceiling above. Someone were up there.