Vivian walks slowly into the Wild Surge Inn, still wearing a heavy robe from her recent journey. Her face is pale, and it is obvious she is out of breath. Tear stains are evident on her face. She sits at a table and shakily begins to untie her robe when Yastin walks up to her.
"Viv dear, what's wrong?" The old bartender asks.
"It's ... it's Jet. I-I-I j-just went up t-to Lar .... t-to visit him and .... and ummm ..." she sniffles, and Yastin puts an arm around Vivian.
"Come on dear, out with it"
"His house was .... it was ...r-ransacked .. r-raided. It was all in a mess and .... and ...."
"Oh Vivian dear ..." the old man wrapped her in a tight comforting hug.
"I just hope .... he hadn't come back yet ......"
