As time slowly progresses, the afternoon, or is it evening, or maybe morning, crowd slowly filters in, the inn never full, but never empty, either; some people arriving to sleep, others just waking. Still, something feels off, now, like a hushed tension in the air, a string, waiting to snap.<br/><br/>(Spot check or Sense Motive check, DC 20, reveals that there are some suspicious individuals among the crowd, all of whom seem to be anticipating something, like a signal...)