As the five young women entered the inn, each of them in turn was greeted by a burly man. The tavern's owner Durnan. A muscled athletic bronzed man in his late thirties, he greeted each of them friendly and guided them inside. The place was packed with people, but he guided each of the five in turn to the same table. Each time he told them to wait there, and that he'd explain when everyone was there. Within a few minutes all five were sitting at the table and Durnan looked at all of them.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for the strange introductions. As i said, my name is Durnan, and I'm the owner of this establishment. For the last three nights, I've been getting dreams sent to me that five young adventurers would be coming to my inn today. They'd be arriving because of a dream of their own. It wasn't until today that i found out just how serious things are." He bowed his head "Halaster is dead, and that means the under mountain will be in chaos." He looked at the girls in turn. "Halaster was a wizard of great power, as well as a seer. I believe my dreams came from him, as did yours."