Tavern

Looking at the corner the tavern keeper pointed to. "Do you know if anyone from the 6th regiment comes in here? I'd like to speak with someone who served with him." He says while stretching his shoulders, the soft creak of his leather pauldron sounding in his ear.

"Yes they still come in, mostly during the night hours due to the undead running around, if you stay untill then Im sure you will be able to speak with them."

"Undead? In Volaire? When did this start happening?" Blodwulf Ravenhill says, unable to believe it. I leave for a while and come back to undead roaming around home." Forgetting about his search for the infantryman. "Who do I talk to about defending Volaire from these abominations?"

"I believe it started sometime during the later stages of the war with She who can not be mentioned. Some brave heroes entered into the graveyard during All Hollows and meet with the Faceless One as I believe, soon there after the red mist appeared and one day it stayed during the day which allowed the undead to roam but it appears they can only go were the mist is during the day. Now don't get me wrong some of them are all right and keep to themselves, but there are some that have killed the living. I would watch out for those my friend."

On the other end of the bar is a man who smells of fish and a Faerie. A woman comes from the back of the tavern and then returns. After a few moments of chatter, the Faerie is seen exiting the tavern.

{OOP: If this catches anyone's attention refer to the Chaos Fae thread for what you would hear at that point in time.}

The man smelling of fish raises a mug of ale to his lips. "What a strange girl."

He waves to the tavern keeper. And then notices the man on the other end of the bar. "Oi stranger. 'Aven't seen you around before. Names Ned."

Celestria walks wearily towards the stairs to the rooms. Looking back over her shoulder toward one of the keepers, "I'll be upstairs".