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The fact that the place was full was no mystery to Fred, the fact they
kept to near silence was startling. Fred, Thessamar and Velus followed
the small man who led them to an empty table by a back corner. He quietly
ordered some mead and then looked at the trio. He seemed to be inspecting
them, his gaze was not terrible, yet it was peculiar. Then, suddenly, he
began his tale.
"All must be quiet for we have visitors upstairs. They are not the ordinary visitors one would expect for a tavern, no, though I wish it were so. They came five nights ago, three at first. They came on horses, black horses and they wore red cloaks, a deep red that reminded one of a sunset during the fire time. Only one spoke and he called for refreshment, dark ale he asked for. The three drank in silence while the other revelers continued in their bantering. Slowly, imperceptibly, there came a quietness to this place. Even the drunks finally shut themselves up before the sun came up. Since then all has been quiet, we feel... compelled not to speak much or too loudly. I cannot explain why, but we all know it is because of the visitors." Fred looked at the man with a quizzical look while a troubling thought seemed to cross Thessamar's mind. "Who are these strangers?" asked Fred. "All I know," began the man. "All I know is that they call themselves Kar'thul and they said they have come a long way. They say they are waiting for a grand festival that shall occur not long from now." "Have they taken over the place?!?" asked Fred incredulously. "Not exactly," came the man. "They pay for their rooms; they pay with black mithril, they do. It's just that, even though we all still come to this place, we feel like it is not ours any more." "Then why do you come?" asked Thessamar. "Where else would we go?" answered the man. "This is our home, this is our Inn."
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