The Cold Shoulder

Zuigrii watches bloodwulf walk in. He turns to back to Jade. “I was planning on heading to the armorsmith guild but I might go investigate the stables first. If this note is to be believed another smith is here and I’d enjoy learning alongside someone.”

He looks over to bloodwulf. “Do you think there will be trouble for what happened?”

Jade nods

"I think that's a great idea. Please let me know if he is still here."

*shrugging his shoulders he looks at the beast man and says "probably, but I've been in trouble so much lately that it would hardly come as a surprise to me."

Hutch enters the front door of the establishment holding a leather tassel looped through a hole at the top back of a meat cleaver that has a near glowing look from the mirror like shine on it in one hand, and in the other he holds a sack of potatoes and a pot with 'corned beef' scrawled apon it.

He looks at the densest collection of people and softly proclaims. "Time for a real breakfast" before making his way to the host(est)

A Draconian woman walks into the tavern. There are dark rings under her eyes and she leans on her crackling glaive for support. Her clothes are dirty and blood spattered with a few cuts in the cloth here and there. She does not appear to be wounded, however.

She glances around a moment and then heads over to the bar, her glaive used as a walking stick. She takes a seat a few seats away from Jade.

"Whatever the special is tonight and a strong drink please." Storm places a gold on the counter and leans her glaive against the bar then turns to Jade. "Hello again. You look exhausted too. What was all that about? Why was the town under seige?"

As the draconian enters, Zuigrii nods to Jade. “I think I’m going to go say hello if I can find this person and I’ll let you know if I find anything out. Take care lady Jade.” He walks out of the tavern and listens for the clanging of metal.