Warhorse Inn Fire

Gaildrin pondered over the parchment, searching his thoughts for the words to describe the his resent experience. Struggling to remember all he could, he put the quill to the paper, and began writing.

Turning down the road again after the Men withdrew to make their preparations for travelling, Iaurmenel Alkawen, glanced to her arm and the cloth draped over it.  The grim task she had yet before her evoke a quiet sigh from deep within.  It was a short walk, the stench of blackened timbers was becoming more acrid and stale as she got closer to the ruined Inn.