...walks in to the tavern on a bustling night. He takes in the crowd with a keen focus, and then slowly makes his way to the bar. A smile comes easily to him as he slips between the mass of people, and once he eventually finds a stool, he sits with a grunt. He orders a mug of Wizard's Wheat, and asks the bartender to stay a moment.*
Say there. I've been away for quite some time, but I heard that there was quite a serious attack on the city a ways back. Can you tell me what happened?
