A young (looks 17, is really 124) Elvish girl with large whitish-pink feathered wings walks in wearing bright purple robes and playing a jaunty tune on a silver flute. She stows her flute in a small leather pouch and says
"Hello! I'm Tai. Who are you?"
Mike groans. “Mike. Ya here for the games?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
"Never heard of them, but that sounds interesting!"
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Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
“Oh boy, we get another friggin’ Sans the Skeleton up in here for the next few weeks. IT WASN’T FUNNY!!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
“Oh boy, we get another friggin’ Sans the Skeleton up in here for the next few weeks. IT WASN’T FUNNY!!”
“HAAHA. I know, but it makes the crowd laugh! It’s very important that they stay entertained. Now, do ya play any instruments? I myself play the TromBONE!”
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
“Oh boy, we get another friggin’ Sans the Skeleton up in here for the next few weeks. IT WASN’T FUNNY!!”
“HAAHA. I know, but it makes the crowd laugh! It’s very important that they stay entertained. Now, do ya play any instruments? I myself play the TromBONE!”
the nowhere crowd laughs again.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
“Oh boy, we get another friggin’ Sans the Skeleton up in here for the next few weeks. IT WASN’T FUNNY!!”
“HAAHA. I know, but it makes the crowd laugh! It’s very important that they stay entertained. Now, do ya play any instruments? I myself play the TromBONE!”
Mike groans. “Mike. Ya here for the games?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She cocks her head questioningly.
"What games?"
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
“Th-” he sputters. “The NIERAN GAMES, kid! The biggest in the multiverse to my knowledge!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Never heard of them, but that sounds interesting!"
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
She looks around.
"How do I sign up?"
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
“Ask the owner. I’m the ref.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Owners name is Nevin.*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
A humanoid figure wearing a painted mask with a smiling face (like a comedy mask kinda but more dull and less expressive) and a black and white jester’s outfit enters the Inn. The bells on their hat and shoes jingle with a high pitched sound that sounds… almost like screaming. But it’s probably just your imagination.
in one hand they wield a steel white baton and in the other, a throwing knife. They leap onto a table and throw the Baton into the air, before materializing an apple into their empty hand and throwing that up to, then throwing their knife at the apple with perfect and practiced accuracy, cutting the apple straight down the middle. They catch the baton as it falls and they do a little twirl.
”HELLO! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU ALL, TRULY A PLEASURE! I DO HOPE TO GET TO KNOW ALL OF YOU BEFORE THE GAMES. YOU WILL PROBABLY FIND THAT I HAVE A BIT OF A… FUNNY BONE.” Magical laughter appears out of nowhere, applauding the Jester as they bow and leap off of the table.
anyone with a divine sense or truesight will reveal this jester to be
Some sort of undead.
“PLEASE,” yells Mike, “don’t shout so much. Some of us have headaches. What you’re saying is not that important! It’s not even that funny!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*a cool tavern on a dungeons and dragons forum. I'll intro here if I think of an idea.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The Jester twirls over to them.
”So ya don’t like my Jokes? Rude. You competing in the tournament, i assume?”
“Nope. I’m the ref, so show me some respect.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah, well pleasure to meet ya! I do hope we can become good friends together.” The Jester’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“Not likely. I got a job and a past. I don’t make many friends. But that’s not relevant to you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, open up, Buddy! I’m sure you’ll find that I am an absolutely lovely person to be around! And I’m speaking the truth, I have no reason not Tibia Honest!”
Mountains of laughter and cheers come from nowhere again.
“Oh boy, we get another friggin’ Sans the Skeleton up in here for the next few weeks. IT WASN’T FUNNY!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“HAAHA. I know, but it makes the crowd laugh! It’s very important that they stay entertained. Now, do ya play any instruments? I myself play the TromBONE!”
the nowhere crowd laughs again.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I AM SO SORRY!” The crowd cheers.
”BUT THE FANS ADORE YOU SO I CAN’T STOP.”
*cut*
”GAHHHHHHH” Mike throws his hands in the air and storms out of the Inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.