The tavern was less hung over and people were clearing out as they needed to go work and stuff so they could pay for more nights of drunken frivolity. Still they were not so hung over that a bright flash of light didn't cause them great pain to their very sore heads. They had heard the bits about her coming back with money, but they seemed to be skeptical that she would make good on her word. Since there is no conceivable way to really stop a ball of light, Serielye had no problem at all flying off and was back at the ruins in a flash.<br/><br/>At the ruins nothing had changed. Well there was less exploding than last time, but the ruins were still there. For stone it did have an oddly colored hue. The door looked to be made out of some strange green rock that sparkled in the desert light. It didn't look all that inviting either, no windows, no doormat, not even a doorbell or knocker. These people probably didn't plan on being disturbed.