Calmly, Jaquel walks into the inn, as two very odd-looking men covered in something gross run out of it. Jaquel moves towards the bar, sighing, as he orders an ale, and sits down, drinking it. A stream of black flame shoots down through a hole in the cieling. Great. A rogue mage. As Jaquel stands up, he slowly moves towards the hole, looking up through it, sighing. He was hoping to just have a drink.