Alex hasn't been around the Tavern for a while, but she expected no drastic changes or developments. The Tavern usually heals itself, even after the nastiest of bar brawls. Walking around the Tavern, noticing some slight damage to the wooden doors and... claw marks? Confused, and slightly dazed from a night of New Years weekend drinking, Alex leans against the outside wall and begins to smoke a cigarette.
After a few drags, she notices something off in the distance poking out of the ground. She begins to walk towards it, wary of the discovery. Upon closer inspection it appears to be the remains of a shirt cuff with some straw stuffed inside.
Alex shakes her head and heads inside to find out exactly what happened while she was away. Walking in provides no comfort or clarification as most of the floor is cleared and some tables are set up as a blockade right inside the door.
"What the hell...?" She jumps over the blockade and glides across the wooden floors. Taking a quick look around, she spots no one familiar, and they all seem oblivious to the damage.
"Oi, Dorian. Come explain this shite to meh."
Crossing her arms and taking a seat on a stool at the bar, she impatiently waits for Dorian.