Village of Briarsgate, The Inn of the Slumbering Serpent (25).
Between midnight and 1am, Friday, October 21st, 576 CY.
Full moon, partly cloudy, damp, cold, misty.

In the dark, decrepit Inn of the Slumbering Serpent, Hoom prattles in a whisper through the crack in Baltus' door.
"Yes, yes, good night!" interrupts the old man with annoyance. He begins to shut the door when Hoom says, "...Just take the establishment across the river currently alight with fire. Even though the innkeeper there spoke rudely to me..."
"What?!" says Baltus in disbelief. "...Fire?" The door falls open.
Baltus stands there in his nightclothes and slippers, wrapped in a blanket, a lit candle in the brass chamberstick in his left hand.
Hoom continues blathering but Baltus moves past them and down the hall to its eastern window. He cranes his neck to peer south through it, no longer hearing Hoom's babbling. The orange light in the southern sky is reflected in Baltus' wide, horrified eyes. "The Golden Grain Inn is on fire!'' he gasps with fear and dread.
"We must help them!" Baltus cries as he runs down the stairs.
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Status:
- Grey Mouser, Half-Elf Magic-User/Thief 1/2: AC 5, HP 10/10, Spells: 0/1 1st lvl
Hoom Feethos, Elven Magic-User/Thief 1/2: AC 3, HP 7/8, Spells: 0/1 1st lvl