The Westfall Inn was warm and cheery, with a blazing fire in the hearth and customers at every table. The majority of the villagers were farmers, so there was little to do in the evenings save talk and eat, and the inn provided ample opportunity for both. A thick haze of smoke drifted about the ceiling, rushing to escape into the early spring night each time the door opened.
Boisterous talk and laughter, split by the occasional off-tune shanty, was unsettling, but I persevered and remained in the common room, unwilling to leave my new party without hearing the plans. Unfortunately, they seemed content to sit and chat well into the night, never truly arriving at the topic of the urgent request they accepted.
"So, Starlight, where did you say you were from?" Dyson asked, leaning casually on one hand. "Tana mentioned something about the Beast Kingdom, but-"
