<strong><span class="bbc_u">The gilded Falcon</span></strong><br/><br/>As soon as the sherriff was out, the innkeeper leapt up and ran to the counter. The barmaid Sat down the two posted deputies by the fire and proceeded to get them distracted and comfortable.<br/><br/>"a thousand an one pardons Mistress Elf", the barman said pouring her a glass of their local syrah, a fruity but smooth wine. Popular on hot days. "Our sherriff is far froma  people person, she gets her job done...butI think she'd rather be mayor. She's been like this for a bit now. Again I'm sorry, this cup is complimentary. what else may I get for you...or has she ruined my inn for you're refined tastes", the man was polite, but obviously concerned. Irriaka had been his first new patron in a month, till last night.<br/><br/>The barmaid quickly got some smoked meat and cheese from the store room. yes it was winter provisions, but keeping the deputies happy would allow them to overlook what they had to. They did not like being called from their families to be in teh sherrif's private army.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">The road out of town</span></strong><br/><br/>The wolf moaned in Marcus's arms as he made itwithin sght of town. Easilly he could see soem commontion was occuring. There were people in uniform with shields spears and crossbows. Leading them toward the temple was a woman in scant armor with a fair sized blade. The breeze downwind stunk heavily of wolfsbane. Likely why the dog moaned.<br/><br/>Heading up the road as he came into town was the half devil woman who helped kick the lycan around last night. On her horse road that curvy nun. The nun looked a little sick or uneasy. Had something happened?<br/><br/><strong>(the road is fairly clear. Vlad is headed in the opposite way. The sherriff is headign towards the Temple, and Irriaka and The bunny are still in the inn.))</strong>