Ruby was tired. It had been a long walk, especially for someone with such short legs as hers. She was dirty, her clothes wet from sweat and the occasional rain and every bit of uncovered skin showed some sort of insect bite.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll result was an 11. Ruby has Knowledge (History) at -1, so its a 10.</div></div><br/>And then there was this half-orc guy, who introduced himself as Torra...something, telling them, that the goddamn tavern was closed.<br/>"If theres no Inn here, I too suggest we move on. Quickly.", she said and then sighed. "But as it seems, you do seem to have a problem an we are here to help."<br/>She looked up to her companions and shrugged. "I really want a bed and something to eat and... maybe even a bath. So let get those barmaids back quickly, shall we?"<br/>