[h3][center][color=gold]Zook[/color][/center][/h3][hr]
Zook decided he did not like traveling alone after all. It had been nearly a month (or was it two?) since his sweet Zirkla had kicked him out of the [i]Irreverent Rhapsodists of Braisden Knoll[/i]. Truly a heartbreak for Zook. He still muttered about it often, while plucking a dusty string on his lute as he walked; and so it had been for a month....or two...and then:

The inn appeared. He had been walking a dusty road in some gods-forsaken scrubland, swatting flies and dodging potholes in the road. [i]Is this still the Kings road?[/i] he wondered. He saw the dark shadow of the angular roof long before he approached the hill, but he had not expected to find an Inn this far into....nothing. Zook looked around for other travelors. He had not seen another soul in several days. He saw lights flicker on inside the Inn. Zook pressed on towards the strange building.