A man with a plain shirt, a bright red coat and plain trousers walked into the guild hall, his fair flushed face giving away how drunk he was.
"Cira, Hena, Lararthius, Mirke I'm back!" he yelled.
The people lingering in the halls turned to him, shooting nervous glances of pity as if providing him with their condolences. The adventurers looked at Gein as they would look at a dead man.
"Sorry if I'm late guys, I just went to this super cool tavern to get some drinks, so don't be angry." Gein added, but there was no response. "Guys this isn't funny."
"Young man," a man in the gathering throng stated, pointing. "You might want to check the battle room."
