Mark Macy (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><br/>Mark was relieved to come upon the run down travelers inn, his mind set at ease knowing the shelter they were seeking wouldn't end up being haphazardly strung together pieces of their gear and wagon. He was sure that the place housed a brigand or two in it's time of abandonment, but he hoped there was nothing amiss now. He gave his mount a soft pat on the neck and a reassuring rub for good measure, pleased to be soon out of the rain. The horse was soaked, and could surely use a good drying off and a brushing.<br/><br/>Members of the group announced there opinions of the place, sharing his sentiment for the most part. So far it was mutually understood that there would be a search and purge before the place could be considered safe. Mark hopped off his horse as Ada started wrenching boards from the door, he pulled the drenched beast over toward the stables to leave in the keeping of the seemingly capable Analise. At that point, Mark grabbed his bedroll and blankets and returned to the wagons to bring in whatever equipment would be useful for there stay.<br/><br/>"Would anyone like me to bring anything into the inn for them," Mark asked loudly, attempting to overcome the rain with his words.