Storm Dragon

Welcome to Storm's Rest

"Welcome to Storm's Rest, travelers," Called a gentle man's voice immediately after the twinkling of a bell. The three weary people who had just walked through the door of the only inn were too busy staring in bewilderment at each other. All three had just been soaked to the bone due to the ever present weather that gave this island community it's name. Now they were completely dry as though the experience were naught but an unpleasant dream. A quiet chuckle drifted over from behind the small bar at the back of the room. The sound was enough to draw the party's attention to the man standing behind the old, dark bar top. At first glance most would find the man and building itself rather unremarkable. He was of middling height and build, short hair as dark as the wood of the building, and a somewhat pale complexion that one would expect on an island that almost never felt the caress of the sun. The common room of the inn was equally as plain and clean. Made of some lumber so dark it was bordering on black but unadorned. Both contained one distinct feature that any seasoned traveler would immediately notice though. For the room, no fire could be seen despite its warmth and well lit nature. Slightly blue tinted glow lamps hung from the walls and ceiling. The man though, was the owner of steel gray eyes that watched his new customers.

The new, presumed patrons walked into the middle of the room as they removed their heavy cloaks. The

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