The horse’s hooves thundered down the narrow streets as they raced away. Mud flew into the air and onto the weary traveler’s worn cloaks. Lightning flashed in the dark midnight sky, precursor to even more rains. Moments later thunder pealed across the sky washing out the sounds of their journeys. Finally the three adventurers stopped and dismounted, their faces hidden in the shadows of their raised hoods. As the winds picked up the wooden walls of the tavern and surrounding buildings creaked and groaned. Stepping up to the door, the first one placed a large callused hand on the heavy oak and pushed it open. Noise and light flowed out, escaping into the street. Heaving a sigh of relief, they entered into the maelstrom of laughter, music and ale.