You are running down a muddy path in the woods. You had found yourself in an encounter with some thieves but you managed to get rid of them, barely. A gash down the upper half of your right leg makes running an agony, especially during an unexpected downpour, but you've decided to take that risk of passing out since you've seen a faint light.

You approach it, seeing it to be an inn. You immediately open the door, step in and slam the door shut. The noise it made doesn't seem to have caused a lot of people, the small lot there is, to notice you. You make the assumption that it happens a lot. You immediately sit down at a table in a far corner, away from others. While you tend you wounds with the materials you have left, you see in the corner of your eye that a hooded figure is watching you from the opposite corner but you shrug it off since you've been in crazy and quite serendipitous situations before and you think to yourself "Hooded Figure stareing at me. Not as queer as the hoard of Kobalds from Professor Generagion's laboratory. Those dang size manipulation potions."

If anyone wants to join, you can. Even if this campaign is like halfway through, I'll find a way to fit you in 😅👍