Syrex sighed. Giant white weasels? Seriously? Although it was worth noting whoever the "ulfen" was. He might have to look into that after he was done at the tavern. The growing daylight began to pain Syrex's eyes, and he ducked into the Silver Stoat Tavern to avoid the light of the day. He figured someone inside the tavern might be a bit more helpful. He wanted to help the kidnapped noblewoman, although his imagination was running away from him. He kept imagining a tittering parody of a noblewoman with humongous breasts cooing that he deserved compensation for his efforts and handing him bags of gold bigger than her boobs. Instead of getting lost in his ridiculous fantasies, he peered around the tavern, looking for anyone that might be strong enough or interesting enough to team up with, as well as listening for anything relevant to the noblewoman.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Perception: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46273) 12 + 4 = 16.