<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ec/34/51/ec3451e351960eccee325ed629fe593d.jpg)</div>The first creak could have been a coincidence.  Maybe the second.  But the shadow visible under the door as several boots get into place certainly isn't.  The door is, of course, locked from the inside.  Little of a trouble when you've got the key.<br/><br/>The doorknob turns slowly and begins to open slowly.  The innkeeper stands in the back of a small cluster of men, his peg leg shifting slightly with nervousness, "Go on then, get it done with."  His voice is growled and greedy, but there is fear in it, dripping with it along a hint of desperation.<br/><br/>The other three men shift forward, peering into the dark room as the shortest of them rasps out, "Fool, put out the light."  The hallway plunges into darkness, but not before Phelypsis gets a good look at them.  There's the short one with a raspy voice, he's got a short sword at his side.  The biggest at him, a scar across his cheek that turns his face into a snarl, has a heavily weighted net, likely similar to those used by the fishers outside the inn.  The third has no sleeves, a set of impressive tattoos, and piercings all through his face.  As they come into the room, the innkeeper steps forward, placing his hand on a sconce just inside the room.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, they don't see that you're awake and ready. What do you do?</strong>