By the time you reach the last door in this southern hallway, the only sounds you can hear is your own breath, some sort of other scurrying, and more rabbling from the downstairs crowd. Which is only getting more and more intense as the time goes by. While you are all busy at the end of the hall, watching the rouge go about her tasks, something entirely different happens.<br/><br/>All of the bells that could possibly be in town are start to rang. All of them keep ringing, a dull ringing noise, that is the only noise that either of you three can hear. A quick glance out of a nearby window shows nothing of the sort, with no bandits or nothing else. What you can see is how each and every single light from any of the surrounding buildings are going out.<br/><br/>Soon enough the bells stop, the air dull and utterly blank of any noise or whimper.<br/><br/>(http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/7941/innfloor2.th.jpg) (http://img401.imageshack.us/i/innfloor2.jpg/)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>