The evening turned to night, and Versengold kept playing. Slowly the inn started emptying out. Durnan started cleaning up the mess that his patrons had left behind. His coffers were overflowing with coin, and the stocks were nearly depleted. Tonight had been the best night his little inn had had since it opened. And also nobody had approached him to go down into the undermountain. He saw Sally and Patty come in from the back room to start up breakfast. Soon the guests would come downstairs, and people would come in from outside to eat. He smiled as he went to bed. Sometimes life was good.<br/><br/>Two hours later, as the sun had risen over the horizon, the inn was filled with the sound of chatter, and the clanging of pans and plates. The inn's main room was about half full, and the day staff were busy serving the customers and cleaning out the last bits of yesterday's festivities. In the basement sounds could be heard as Jaulin brought in kegs of bear from the local brewery.