Who was that masked man? Even before the bartender can tend to your question on a room, the other patrons in the bar begin to speak about Keith behind his back. One berk sitting at the bar, says, "Don't see how he wears the Fated's symbol. That blood ain't a taker, anymore than I'm a madman." Another fellow across the way, snorts and says, "And I tried to tell ye, I saw that cutter in a Mercy Killer uniform just a few months ago." The bartender looks over at an attractive young woman with slightly blue tinted skin and six, long fingers with blood rednails, and says, "What's the dark Clea? Keith a member of the Red Death?" The woman bearing a device on her shoulder that looks like a green winged and fanged bat over a blood red moon glares up from her glass and says abruptly, "Never." She glares at the man that even suggested it and then adds, "He's too nice." That brings a couple of chuckles from other patrons, but not from the man she's looking at, he just gulps and ducks his head, and after a few seconds she looks away from him and motions the bartender to refill her mug. "Well, he ain't a Cipher," calls out a human at the bar. "He thinks too much." This gets quite a few chuckles from the regulars at the bar. "What's the dark about anyway? He should join The Dead, he and all of you will someday," says a rather depressed looking young woman with greenish tint to her skin and a long striped tail which curls over her shoulder. The shield at her side bears a ghostly, entropic face on a blue backdrop. "Better to go our way," says a booming voice near the door. "All can find Godhood who believe," claims a young man bearing a device on his shirt bearing a down turned sword with a fiery sun forming the crosspiece. "Great a Godsmen here to preach to us all," calls out the human at the end of the bar again. "You're just clueless, Markum, an outworlder. Some day you will learn," The Believer says with kindness tinging his voice. "I know all about Keith," claims another woman. "He ain't a Fated that's fer sure, but he's gotta be an Anarchist. Probably infiltrated the Taker's is all. That's the dark of it. He just ain't a good actor, is all. He's lucky his name's not in the dead book." "Don't be clueless," speaks a half-elf from way on the other end of the bar. "That's the problem with Primes like Keith anyway. He joins a faction to help get along in life, like everyone does, but he ain't like us Planars. He doesn't feel it in the depth of his soul like we do. We know the Dark of the Factols, and we believe, but from the Prime they have no idea the power of their beliefs, of how important it is." Short and thin, bearing a twinkle in his eyes, he stands and with a grin at everyone in the room, says quickly, "Maybe Keith don't firmly believe, but he's trying... though his failure seems to be making our bartender quite the wealthy Guvnor, it is." The half-elf winks at you as he passed by your table and gives you a quirky grin. The patch on his shoulder shows a face, a cupped palm and an ear on a dark blue field. "You all take a little more care now, they aren't all as nice as that poor sod Keith, these folk are picking on," he whispers to you. It is the same half-elf that was observing your group so carefully, the one that Gareth warned Keith about. Over his words the bartender, who sports a tattoo on his forearm, a light blue dagger on a white and blue swirled background, "It's just knowing the Dark of things is all, Foster," he calls to the half-elf. "You primes best learn that," he addresses your table. "The Multiverse is run by certain laws, knowing the dark of how things behave, or people for that matter, means you can use the laws for your own Good. Know enough and you could run the Multiverse even." Foster calls lightly over his shoulder as he leaves, "Don't want to run the show, Guvnor, just want to live it and experience as much as possible." Clea calls out to the retreating figure, "So long as you don't try to break any laws, half-elven." She looks at the rest of the people in the bar and adds, "And that goes for all of you, even you new primes. Break a law, the Hardheads will find you," she threatens. "And the Mercy Killers will mete out your punishment with great joy." A centaur-like creature steps into the bar, her hooves clattering on the hardwood floor. In her hands is a large warhammer resting lightly on her left shoulder. She stands easily over seven feet from hoof to head, and one couldn't possibly guess her weight, unless one knew what truly huge goats would weigh in at. Her hide is dyed a deep red, and on one side of her buttocks is shaved a single blue eye, which matches the blue face paint that swirls around her right eye and across her forehead. The blue traces down her cheek and neck to make sworls on her uncovered shoulder. Aside from the right shoulder bared, she wears a blue tunic which matches the symbol as well. She dances lightly to the bar and orders hot tea, leaning her weapon gently against the bar. On a chain around her neck she wears the same symbol as Clea and says to her, "Making friends again?" Clea gives the large creature a scathing look, and says, "I don't make friends, Tanya, I put berks in the dead book. It's what you're supposed to be doing as well." "And when have I failed in that duty?" Tanya says quickly. "We are the arm of the law, I haven't forgotten that sister. And the War God has ably suited me to the task."" "Would that the Guvnors would find more guilty of the crimes as the Harmonium bring to justice, my Hammer could send more to their ends and home to whatever God wants 'em. Of course Feeding the Wyrm is always a favorite," Tanya continues. The bartender speaks up quickly, "The Guvnors know the Dark of the Law sister, trust them to carry it out as is proper. The Harmonium judge everyone by their own standards and not by Law, as is correct." "Pike it, would you all? I come here for the bub, not to listen to a bunch of Namer's..." trails off a particularly young, blond bombshell with two golden brown eyes on either side of a button nose. The only thing that says she's not human is the two fingers opposite the thumb on either hand and the two tiny horns on her temples. Clea sharply turns to her, and cuts across her, "You Indeps are a Factol as well, and will speak of yourselves..." The young blond girl is on her feet quickly and shouting loudly, "The Free League only band together when you Factols try to tell us how we should behave. We aren't a Factol at all, and you shouldn't go rattling your bone-box about what you don't know the dark of." Clea begins to reach for her weapon, but a lean, muscular male in a lightly draped tunic, calls out from his table, "Please, ladies. I am trying to eat a pleasant meal in this establishment and would not see the wisdom of shedding blood for an age old argument, that was begun long before either of you were born." His bright blue eyes seem to piercingly take them in, his golden hair flowing just past the nape of his neck though pulled back over his pointed ears. "My mother would consider wisdom to be most important when determining if something is worth fighting for." "Just like you Aasimar to think you know the dark of things, just cause you're demi- gods," you hear in the back of your heads. Most every one of the regular patrons turns to the back of the bar at a gaunt, squat humanoid with a rubbery, pale and almost hairless body. It's skin is stretched taut, showing pulsing vericose veins, and it's mouth is slack jawed and shows numerous small fangs and it bears long pointed ears that hang limply from either side of its head. The man looks over his shoulder and with a snort says derisively, "And what would a fiend like yourself know about such matters as Wisdom and Godhood." "That's enough," calls out the bartender setting a plate of what looks like brown and blue patches of lettuce in front of the four hooved beast at the bar. "You know the chant. You can all come here in peace from the upper or lower planes, but they'll be no problems here. Or you can get Lost," he says forcefully. "The cage don't care one way or the other about your precious Blood War." As things settle down, Ol' John comes back to your table, and with a grin says, "Politics can often spoil a good day... but you mentioned a room. One, or two rooms, or more? I have four or five right now, and will have them ready in five minutes or so." Elaina stay strangly quiet during the conversation, having no reaction to what it's say. She reply "i'll take a room". After Ol' John leave, a huge smile start to appear on her face, tear fall down her cheek as she try to fight it off. But it's stronger than her and she start to laught, laughing so much that she can hardly breath. While she laught you can hardly understand a few words like man and madhouse. She try many time to stop laughing but before she could say a word the laughter start again stronger than before. Darien raises an eyebrow and looks towards Elaina. He then snickers at the humorous sight and looks over and says, "I'll take a room with anyone here at thsi table. It would be wisest to take up the least amount of room and stay as close together as possible." Gareth's mind was spinning so fast he hardly notices the disappearing half-elf. "Where are they? Demon? Plane travelling? Demi-ggod?! Mercykillers?" This has to be a dream he reasoned. Bewildered and stunned by the event that has taken place, he decides that they need sleep, "All right guys let's stay together. Get some rest and we'll wake-up in Waterdeep tomorrow." He glance hopefully at his friends. "Darien and Stump will share a room and Stratt and I the other. How about you Brian? You're welcome to join either of us." Gareth calls out to Brian at the bar. "We'll sort everything out tomorrow. Is this OK with you guys?" The big warrior seems a little hesitant in making the decision for his friends, "I don't mean to throw everyone together in a hurry but I am very tired and would very much like to have some rest." Turning back to Elaina he asks once more, "Milady, are sure you would like a separate room?" Darrin sits quietly next to Gareth, though he looks curiously at him. "What about me?" he murmers. "I don't especially like it here, Gareth, and I don't want to be alone here, but if you don't want me around, just say so. I know you hated Feign and Tag, but they're not here, and if you want me gone, just cause I'm their friend, then I'll go." Darrin stands and bringing back out his pouch, he begins counting gold coins in piles of thirty, shoving the first pile towards Gareth. "This is what I owe you for your time from Daggerford to Waterdeep. If I had more, I'd give it to you, for all the extra problems," he addresses everyone. After counting out the last pile and finding only twenty gold, he pushes it towards Darien, along with a couple silver pieces and sixteen coppers, adding, "I wish I had more, Darien, to repay you for the chances you took to feed me and keep me alive." At the tinkling sound of money being put infront of him Stratt stirs long enough for the coins to disappear. You hear a mumbling sound, "err, Ummph ,thssaankss. Zzzzzzz." Darien looks at the money, and pushes it back towards Darrin. "If you respect me in any way and if you REALLY appreciate what I have done for you, you will stay. Please, I ask you to stay with us. You musn't let friction with people keep you from reaching your goal. I'm sure it was a mistake, please, stay. Where I am from, people don't just up and leave, they stay and finish what they have done, regardless of the obstacles or uneasiness." "It's a little different, Darien, when you aren't wanted... I even tried this ale named for his God... What I wouldn't give for a mug of Tabek's Red, or even his frothy Golden Light ale?" the youth cries out. "Forgive me , Darrin." The young man tries to explain as he pushes back the pile of gold . "I didn't mean to leave you out, but I..I am still shock at sight of where we are right now." The big warrior admits between clench teeth. Darrin ducks his head and says, "It's not any better for me, Gareth. I don't understand any of this." "...Demi-gods arguing with demons, factions and plane travelling and all. I simply thought that I've included you in the count. If you don't mind, I'll be honored to have you share a room with Stratt and I." "And let me settle once and for all the misunderstanding between us." Gareth reaches out to clap one big hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "Listen, Darrin, I've never hated Feign nor Tag. Well, maybe Feign but never Tag. You see Tag and I had a long talk and he told me something that made me realize that he wasn't like any drow elf of his kind. But Feign," Gareth continues after some thought, "I actually don't hate him either. I simply don't agree with the way he handle Maris back at Waterdeep and when he started accusing the human for all the injustices, I simply blew up. Anyway, enough of this babbling. I think Stratt is bored out of his mind." The young man chuckles as he gives a wink toward the sleeping gnome. "That's Stratt for ya.... He can go to sleep even if the sky is falling!" Once again the young knight glances around uneasily at his strange new surrounding and tries to make sense of it all. He knows that that this isn't a dream and yet secretly hoping that after a goods night of sleep everthing will be fine. Darrin says softly, "You talked to Tag? Gareth, I've just never felt so alone. I've never been this far from Tag... and for awhile, Feign was there to take care of me, when Tag wasn't. Maybe... maybe I'll be better after some sleep... it seems so long," he adds softly. Ol' John returns and waits for the obviously private conversation to end and then hands three keys to Gareth, while saying, "That's on the house. I already checked with Lord Krystoff, the owner, told him you'd had a little problem with another customer. Lord Krystoff doesn't hold with problems, and he makes sure that everyone is satisfied with the way we do business. Rooms 202, 203, 204, second flight up," he nods towards the stairs. "And you should count your money in your rooms, in private, youngster," adds John to Darrin. Standing on the staircase, is a sturdy looking gentleman, with light brown hair and soft amber eyes. He tilts his head in your direction, a black cape fastened around the neck with a soft chain of gold links, underneath the cape is a pressed crisply white shirt, and dark pant with sharp creases. He is easily over six foot tall, and not a pound of fat stands out, and yet he's not too lean either. He stands there on the second floorlanding as though waiting to speak with all of you. "On the house? That's very generous of Lord Krystoff, John. Please give him our thanks." The young knight repy graciously as he accepts the keys. "Uhh, I wonder who may that be?" Gareth signals to the group toward the new stranger at the floorlanding. "Lord Krystoff maybe?" The young man surmised. "Let's give him our thanks personally." Nudging the gnome sligtly on the rib, he whispers, "lets go Stratt - where we can find soft beddings." Stratt pushes Gareth off at first, "Uhhmmm, Just a few, Snnoorxxxx, more minutes ma." When he is elbowed he looks around with one eye half opened, "Wwhhatt? Yarrwwwnn!!!" Stratt stretches and sits up waiting to follow Gareth upstairs. "Alright let's go..." <> "Sigh, why must you shed blood! especialy in this fine place of food and drink! Ah, nevermind, i'm only new here, what is it a berk you call it? still I see no point why he can't be dragged to some alley where poeple don't have to watch." "So, you mentioned a hall records, what records are there, would there be say, the known location of a being, could I look someone up, what plane there on and how to get there? Also where do I join a faction and get a map of this strangly new-ancient city?" Ol' John says, "What faction would you like to join? They are headquartered in different places in Sigil. The Hall of Records, holds all the records of places, people, events in our fair city. It's located in the Clerk's Ward, and yes, if you have time, they will answer all of your questions, one at a time." Several people overhearing this begin to laugh heartily, the words 'clueless prime' being sputtered by a few of them. Brian will wait for an answer then begin "chatting" with people in the bar, just plesantly, till his room is ready. Stump will finish his mug, Collect his escort fee and drop a silver piece on the table for the person who clears it. He will then grab a room key and head for the stairs. As he walks for the stairs he will look at the key and say "I will be in room 202 if any of you need me. " As he walks up the stairs he will wait until he is next to the big man and say in a low tone "Are you waiting to talk to some one." (If no response he will continue to the room, if a positive response he will tell the big man to follow him). "Sounds good, Stump. I'm sorry for my outburst everyone," Darrin adds. "We've all had too little sleep and our judgement is jambled," he grins. "We'll meet for breakfast in the morning, eh?" Darrin nods and waiting for Gareth, he follows Stump and Gareth up the stairs, stopping to hear what the man has to say to Stump's inquiry. "Alright that leaves two keys. I can see your room mate is anxious to find soft bedding, Darien." Gareth chuckles as he grabs his weapon and follows the dwarf's lead. "Here you go, Milady." He hands Elaina one of the key. "You will stay at room 203 and Stratt, Darrin and I will take number 204. And Brian? Well he can do what he wants." Gareth makes a hand motion to his elven companion at the bar to follow them. "I thought only to tell you and your friends that I was sorry that you were accosted in that manner. We are careful of our clientel, and I am thankful that the young man, Keith was here to assist you." The man speaks in measured tones, and gazes down on Stump, his eyes rarely blinking, deep dark orbs that seem to read into the heart of the person he looks at. "I am the owner of the Golden Acorn, Blayne Krystoff. If I may be of any further assistance, you have but to let me know." He nods briefly to the dwarf and then gazes in turn at each of the party members. Elaina and Gareth both feel a chill run down their spine as he looks their way. Darrin asks, a slight tremor in his voice as Krystoff's eyes catch and hold his, "Will, you be up in the morning? We haven't slept for a couple of days, but... I'm sure we have a lot of questions." "If you are up early... I keep the late shift here, but then go to bed in the morning. I will be downstairs with the assistant bartender. Otherwise, another time, young man," Krystoff replies carefully. His eyes glance at the keys you are holding and with a smile and wave of his hand down the corridor behind him, he adds, "Your rooms are just right here. I am at your service, gentlemen, and dear lady," he adds with a courtly bow to Elaina. "Thank you Lord Krystoff." Gareth replies politely as he looks the man up and down trying to discern the source of his uneasiness. Although he was quick to look a way so as not disrespect his hoste. Once out of the ear shot of Lord Krystoff, Gareth turns to Eliana and whispers, "There's something odd about that man, Milady. I can't put my finger on it but please becareful this night." "yes, i to am eager for bed, but i can manage to lift my eyelids a few minutes longer, i'll be in your room gareth, I will need to talk to you. Oh, and all of you, expect me to pay you a visit in your room's soon." Brian waits till everyone is gone, then goes to the bar....<> Gareth and Elaina both get an eerie feeling deep in their hearts as they come near the man on the landing. "Alright, Brian, but be quick before my head hit the pillow," Gareth manage to lift a smile but it quickly disappears as Krystoff's image renter his trouble mind. <> "Ahhh, sir. I am famished, would you mind if i had some food?... let's see, (he will place his order) oh, and with a fair amount of extra spice, garlic specificly, I do love garlic." (he wait's for the meal and eat's all but the garlic spliting it int a piece for every person in the company, then going form room to room, he hands out the pieces, "Keep these friends and tie the around you neck's, may they never have to be used" He then bed's down in the same room with gareth. The rooms are quite Spartan in appearance, two beds, one dresser, one nightstand, and one window, which slides open easily to allow air into the rooms if desired. Brian delivers his garlic to each room after a half hour goes by. Stratt enter his room takes one look around, "This will never do. These windows need to be barred and perhaps an alarm rigged to them. Darrin flashed to much coinage downstairs. Every sheister in town will be trying to remove it from our persons." With that, Brian enters the room. "Speak of a devil and look who appears...." Stratt grins, thanking Brian for the garlic politely and indulgently. "Brian are you staying with us in this room or someplace else?" Either way, Stratt will proceed to bar/lock/jam the window shut. He carefully removes the tie from one of his sacks and loops one through the handle of his iron cooking pot, the other end he wedges in the window jam. "There, if anybody manages to get the window open the clanging pot should wake us in time to run the bugger off." He will proceed to do like wise with the door, this time using the bed pan as the alarm. "Alright, Brian what is it that you would like to talk about? And why the garlics?" Gareth asks the slender elf as he watches Stratt with interest. Gareth smiles slightly to himself as he watches the gnome prance around the room setting up his home brew trap. "Well I am glad that he decided to tag along." Gareth thinks to himself. "Yes" chimes in Darien. "What is the Garlic for? I'm not really hungry and It never really helps the breath." He sits and leans against a wall and prepares to go to sleep as soon as his question is answered. He will sleep with his weapon by his side. Stratt pauses in mid-trap set up looking at the Garlic around his neck, "Silly, everybody knows it helps keep away evil spirits. In a strange land I guess you can never be too careful. Who knows what evil might stalk the lands here by night. We've already seen the sort that haunt it by day..." Stratt looks longingly out the window at the carnival like atmosphere in the square below. "Well, that should do it. I'll take the floor, though I prefer the arms of a wide oak for me slumbering." Stratt proceeds to curl up in his cloak, laying his head on his knap-sack. He tosses his hat upon the nearby bedpost and is soon snoring away. "Oh yes, I do seem to recall now that the church did mention something about that. Thank you Stratt." Gareth eyes lite up as he remembers his mother. "Would you like to take the bed, Darrin or Darien?" Gareth asks his other companions politely. DM: If no one wants to take the bed, Gareth will. (Gareth will wait for an answer from Brian before he removes his gears,says a quick prayer to Tyr and settles down for the night with his sword beside him.) "I'll, uhm... take the floor, Gareth. And I think that Brian is specifically worried about vampires," Darrin adds with a laugh. "That's a good one. Just because he works nights in an inn... He owns the place and most of his business is probably after dark, Brian. So he keeps an eye on it, trusting John to run things in the daytime." Darrin sits down under the window, and after lying with his back to the wall, he says softly, "And I'm sorry for the outburst downstairs... especially to you, Gareth, I know you're just trying to help." He can't help but look over to Brian and start laughing again, "Vampires..." Darien's face scrunched up as confusion took over. Her took a deep breath before beginning, "I'd hate to be a bother, but what is a Vampire? If you're too tired to answer, I understand, but someday I'd like to learn." "It's quite alright, Darrin, so long as we have an understanding now." The young warrior manages a grin. "Yes, Vampires? That's a little absurd. But there's something about the man that made my bones chill." Gareth adds with a shudder. Darrin almost chokes on his laughter, but then after saying something about yes, he seems like a powerful man, but that doesn't make him a vampire, he begins to laugh softly again, shaking his head from side-to-side in mirth. His chuckle fills your ears as you begin to sleep. ----------------- Dreams... for everyone Dark eyes, dark hair, sharp features... a feral yet warm smile. The man seems to stand at the foot of your bed, softly calling, "Come, come to me young one. I have much to teach you, much you could feel and taste. Power runs through your blood. Fill the distant ache in your heart, the heart that knows nothing of love, but only of truth and knowledge. Power, Truth, Love, it can all be yours, child... just ask me... I will show you the way." The man smiles down at you, his name on the tip of your tongue... Blayne Krystoff, whom you just met... yes, it's clearly him, standing right there. ------- "Who are you? What do you want? You come and offer me power and answers, yet you do not know me. You know nothing of me and where I am from. And I know of love, don't tempt me with things that I believe I possess." Darien will not approch the figure, but will listen if spoken to. ------- Brian And I thought he was evil (which he still probobly is!) ! Never in all my 100 years! well, this won't do, no, no! (brian is esspecialy off his guard and nervious today. he refuses to talk to starngers, and his temper is short. he will atempt to locate the lord and will not calm down until he has a long satisfing talk with him.) ------ Stump will scramble to his feet garlic in his left hand and his axe in the other realizing both are probably useless. (If he is to die he will have his axe in his hand). Stump will shout "You are nothing I want any part of." "Please remove yourself from here your presence was not requsted." "What's in my heart is my concern stay out of it." "You call visiting your guests in the night hospitality." Stump will then look around the room to see if anyone is there. ------- "What?... Who?" Gareth tries desparately to shake his head as if attempting to wake himself from his sleep. (DM: if it is possible) "No!" He can hear his voice rang loudly in his head. "I..don't..all..mine?....Bblayne Kkkrystoff? Wwwhat are you doing hereee?" He mumbles wordlessly as he begins to believe that the man is standing right there. (Well, atleast he thinks he's taking.) Stratt's trap?.......How did he......? Memories begins to flood his mind of the previous day's event. Vampires?............. Fumbling on his chest, Gareth's hand quickly found what he was looking for. Taking hold of his sacred holy symbol, he leaps out of bed and held it high above his head. "By the Holy power of Tyr, begone vile creature!" Gareth yells at Krystoff with the steadiest tone he could muster. ------- Gareth holy symbol in hand jumps to his feet shouting Tyr's name while Stump is up with garlic and axe bared before him. Darrin opens one eye and glances around the room trying to see why everyone's so agitated. No one is in any of the rooms except the party members. Darrin mumbles, "What's going on, you guys?" Turning back to Darrin after looking out the window, Gareth replies uneasily. "I..I am not sure if all these talks of vampires have gotten into my head but I could have sworn Blayne Krystoff was here." Surprise to see Stump there, Gareth lets out a low whistle, "Was I just dreaming or did you have the same vision as I, Stump?" Gareth asks the battle ready dwarven warrior. "Yup a vision, am i an not happy about it." "Let's check on every body else."<> "Lady Elaina! She's in 203!" Gareth rushes to room 203 and politely knocks at the door. (Hopefully he didn't fell all over Stratt's trap in his haste). <><> "Oops. I hope not. Stratt's pan cake! Gareth is size 12. "Where is everyone?" says Darien. "What the hell...." Darien will stand and get fully dressed, stamina permitting. "I think we should get going. There's something very wrong here," Elaina wake up and look around to see if anybody is in the room. If she see nothing, she'll make sure the door is locked and go back to sleep. Elaina sees nothing, but as she tries to go back to sleep, she hears a pounding on her door. And Gareth yelling her name. Elaina opens the door after a few seconds and says that no, no one is in her room and that she is okay. Darrin from the hallway says, "Look, guys, I had a dream about the guy, as well, but, it was just a dream. If Brian hadn't said all that stuff about him being a vampire, we'd probably all be dreaming about that two-headed beast Stratt stepped on when we first got here. If you really think he's a vampire, let's go downstairs and ask him where the next inn is... or else, let's go back to bed and puzzle it out in the morning. Unless anyone feels inclined to bite on a neck or two," he grins and biting down on his own teeth a few times, he laughs trying to ease the tension in the corridor. "Sorry for the interruption, Milady." Gareth politely apologizes to Elaina. "Darrin's right, probably just a dream. We'll sort everything out tomorrow with Ol'John." Gareth lets out a huge yawn and heads back to his room. "Good night Milady." He gives Elaina a bow. Darien shakes his head. "I don't think it would be wise to sleep here anymore, I had a dream too, he offered me power and several other things. Again, I suggest that we leave and find our way home. We have much to do." "If this isn't a dream, I don't think Krystoff will try anything else, Darien." Gareth tries to reassure the outlander. "Just make sure that we don't succumb to his offers. After all - this is a tavern. People come here to rest." Gareth reasons. "Anyway don't think that it would be great idea for us to run around in the middle of the night in this strange place. Go back to sleep my friends." Gareth heads back to his room. I am not so sure gareth, though I agree that we musn't leave. I believe that, the strongest of mind in each room should create a locking system which can only be opened by that person. That way if somebody in one room get's bitten they won't get the rest of us.<> Darien yawns. "I'm sure he didn't actually enter the rooms. IT seems that he entered our very minds, but I agree. We should seal the rooms so that we are all protected in some way." Everyone returns to their rooms and nothing further disturbs anyone's slumber for the rest of the night. Gareth will say a silent prayer to Tyr to give him the strength and courage to fight the evils of this place. "Where can I be, Oh Lord of Justice?" Gareth mumbles before falling asleep again. Gareth's dreams are much calmer this time... peaceful and he feels watched over, though he feels that his universe just got much bigger over night.