The search for Cinn.

The door to the tavern swings open and a slender form walks wearily in out of the storm. The black robe around him is soaked and wearing thin in spots with numerous frays from heavy use. He pauses a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light and pulls back his hood. The Dark Elf looks almost as weary as his clothing, long unkempt black hair dangling wetly about his face. The faint glow of purple eyes can be seen surveying the room shrewdly as he makes his way to the owner at the bar.

A hushed conversation ensues for several minutes with the haggard dark elf getting clearly frustrated and the innkeep often shaking his head no. A bony fist slams down on the bar with a thud as the Dark Elf's voice raises further than intended. "I told you I'm her husband you idiot, not a damn slaver!", he fumes with a glint in his eyes and a magical intensity crackling through the immediate area. Wether believing the man or becoming fearful, the innkeep eventually nods. Taking a breath to calm himself, the Dark Elf produces several coins and a parchment to lay upon the bar. He quietly mutters "Thank you" and walks back towards the door, pulling his hood up for what scan protection it will give against the storm. As the door is closing behind him, a bolt of lightning illuminates the outside where several undead seem to be gather around him as he makes his way into the darkness.

The innkeep expertly scoops up the money and eyes the parchment for awhile as if still uncertain. Eventually he fishes a hammer out of a draw and nails it to the wall where it can be seen:

Reward for finding Cinn

Female

Wood Elf

Druid

Tailor

Last lived in Neriak