The Crossroads had seen a rather dramatic change since one of the ragtag parties returned with a strange tree in tow. The tree had spawned from the intense copulation of two gods, and when planted in the rocky floor of the cave it's divine influence was quickly felt. What was once nothing but gray stone became fertile and green. Parts of the floor were converted into patches of soft, bountiful soil, allowing them to start planting crops. After the first few, surprisingly swift, harvests, the Crossroads found itself completely self sustaining, a great relief considering travel to and from the place was still so inconsistent.<br/><br/>It wasn't just crops however, for new plant life began to spring up all over the crossroads, providing an extra abundance of new resources. Chief among them was fresh wood, which allowed the Dancing Wench to be considerably expanded. It was now starting to truly feel like a proper inn. What was once just a hole was now a...home? Well, closer to one perhaps....<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/tSsfWoS.jpg?1)</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PAl5eEo.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/Yi5iOq8.png?1)</div>It was a surprisingly quiet and uneventful day at the Dancing Wench. There had been no chaotic commotion, no fights, and no random surge of unexpecting inhabitants...yet.<br/><br/>Near the fireplace Drip was lounging back, working through his repertoire of songs to keep the atmosphere cozy and casual. He was currently in the midst of<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Golden Brown</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWAsI3U2EaE</div></div>, a favorite of the raven haired cleric Arya.<br/><br/>Towards the back of the tavern, Shade sat in quiet meditation. He had been trapped in conflicted reflection for some time now. Their first quest had gone quite well, as the lush green trimmings around him demonstrated, and he had been happy to meet such friendly companions, along with everyone else had grown closer to since taking up residency here. However, something had felt...off, for a while now. He could feel the demon inside him stirring more and more recently, trying to exert more of it's influence over him, and it worried him. Not for himself, but for everyone else. After all the last thing he wanted was to end up hurting someone. It had made him hesitant to go on any more jobs in recent days, and he wasn't sure if he should stay at the Crossroads or not. Well...not that he would know how to leave anyways.<br/><br/>Ofcourse a peaceful day at the Crossroads never stayed that way for long. Something was always bound to cause a ruckus. And today that ruckus came in the form of a booming pop. In the blink of an eye a new group of strangers materialized in the middle of the room, all no doubt disorientated from being abruptly plucked from their lives.<br/><br/>"Whelp, looks like we got another shipment in." Drip mused, this sight becoming so routine that his fingers didn't even skip a note as he continued to play, (everyone)<em>"Careful, try not to move too much right away. I know it can be dizzying at first. Are you all alright?"</em>the new arrivals would hear a soft voice speak directly into their minds, though with all the strange people peppered around the tavern it was impossible to tell exactly where or who the voice had come from.