(I kinda have to work the 2nd shift so my posting times are morning's and nights. Apologizes)<br/><br/>Washing off the last of the dirt and wear from the road Sir Telemnar drys himself from the waters of the bath. Refreshed in body he redressed himself in his gear and tied his hair back with a bit of cloth. Forming a ponytail he shook his head and headed out into the street once more. Knowing that the group would now be farther along the path of enjoyment then himself he smiled.<strong> "Best see if all is well now I think. A drink wouldn't be to bad ether."</strong><br/><br/>Pondering the ale selecting that this town could have he made his way over to the main inn. Surprised at how the people looked somewhat fightened by something he paused and looked around. All of them seemed to be looking towards the bar door. Furrowing his brow his hand lingered near his blade. Something could be happening within the bar.<br/><br/>Pushing open the door he quickly spotted the half-orc, slightly out of breath and bearing a look at determination upon his face. More alarmed then curious he walked over to the half-breed.<strong>"Gra'ak, was it? What bother's you so?"</strong>