<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ansha Wulfhart:</div><div class="spoiler_body">You find all your stored gear in the condition you left it apart from a little more damp, and dirty. Your wolf suitors were sad to see you go, but lost all interest once you were back in human form. After a good walk you can start to make out the outskirts of town. As you approach the fog obscures less. Eventually you can make out a sign with some sort of sea monster drawn on it next to a couple of flagons. This had to be the local watering hole. At this time you manage to catch the back end of a cute little red haired lass wandering in. The thought does cross your mind that this salted place might be a tad rowdy for her. Hopefully things will be alright though.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Vivanne:</div><div class="spoiler_body">It was a little off that none of the sailor hooted and hollered at you as you walked in. They simply peaked quickly then turned back to their drinks. Either they are in some very low spirits, with the weather who could blame them. Or perhaps something has them pissed scared. Scanning the room for magical auras didn't reveal much apart from the gruff man drinking alone. He lit up like a tree during a winter festival. Without gawking at him for an extended time it was hard to pick out all the various auras. However it was clear that his weapons and armor were indeed magical. There was another magic aura though. After seeing the aura on the man a young woman. At first glance she seemed normal, but your trained eyes showed something else. You know that normal girls do not need so much blush and in fact she is another walking undead like you. Most likely a spellcaster too considering the auras around her.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Lady Persephone:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Getting down unseen was simple enough in this one horse town. As you prepared to enter the tavern you did notice a wild looking woman coming through the fog, but it was doubtful she came in time to see you form out of mist. Even this it would be a since to convince her that she got close enough to see you through the fog. Once inside you could notice a tense feeling in the air. It only becoming more worrisome by the sound of silence. You spell did prove fruitful though. As you could see at least one person in the bar was of the undead lifestyle. It was a tall woman standing at the bar. It is a little funny how often vampires turn out to be beautiful women.</div></div><br/>Inside the tavern the tension could be cut with a knife. It was clear to all that the man sitting alone was not a fan of the two ladies who recently entered. It was even clear to the men at the bar who were actively avoiding eye contact with the man, and two ladies. Even the barkeep turned away and pretended to not notice the new ladies who came in. Who ever the man was he already must have had some reputation in this town.