An inn hand quickly approaches you as you sit at the table, "Good morning, what can I get you?"<br/><br/>Within the dining area a few others sit sparingly about the room, mostly keeping to themselves. A small group of three sit in the far corner chatting amongst themselves, "I hear a statue killed a small caravan just outside of town." "How does a statue kill? Fall on them?" "It supposedly sprang to life, but now it's gone."<br/><br/>Two others sit at separate tables.<span class="bbc_u">One</span>(http://s926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/?action=view&current=Blaize.jpg) quietly counting coins while enjoying a meal from the inn. The<span class="bbc_u">Other</span>(http://s926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/?action=view&current=Zukin_Ebisu.jpg) sitting quietly staring around the room his eye shifting randomly to different areas of the inn, his table sits empty in front of him except a pair of metal claws.