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[h1][b][i][color=8493ca]Chance Blackbriar[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[color=8493ca]"Well, I suppose we better go find the local inn, tavern, or whatever this place had,"[/color] Chance says, straightening his clothes. [color=8493ca]"Let's see if we can't rustle up a decent place to stay the night."[/color]

Chance goes forwards, with Bert following close behind, his now familiar scowl directed at the dark and dreary ruins of the town. However, it's clear he's not liking the place any more than Chance is; to quote a familiar watchword, it's quiet - too quiet. The cobblestones are still mostly even, indicating that whatever happened here wasn't that long ago, but it's clear that there hasn't been any traffic or maintenance along this path for a good while now. For a basic hallmark of civilization to be so neglected left Chance uneasy.

It doesn't take him long to find the inn, but part of him wonders if this might not have been a good idea.

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As he stares at the forsaken building, looming large in the darkness of twilight, he finds himself wondering if it wouldn't have been better to go to the chapel. At least there would have been safety in numbers. He is then forced to pull back his foot as it had sunk in a pothole full of mud and brackish water. He grumbles as he kicks the slime off his boot. Using his lantern, he notices the rather patched terrain surrounding the inn.

No wait, that's not potholes, it's water; there seems to be a small stream besides the inn, judging by the reflections of the light. Was there even a bridge, or had that rotted away since the town had been attacked?

"Don't tell me the great Chance Blackbriar is afraid of a li'l water?" Bert scoffs, chewing on something from a pouch, then spitting it out.

[color=8493ca]"Doesn't look that deep,"[/color] Chance comments. [color=8493ca]"Could be a trick of the light, though... And in case you're thinking it, no, I probably won't make a good bridge; water could be hip-deep, and it's too wide for me to reach the other side with my fingertips."[/color]

He grabs a fallen branch and tries to ascertain the depths of the water. He better get going, the look on Bert's face indicates he doesn't have an abundance of patience.