1.3 Sanctuary - the Dungeon Town

As you stand there, a black amorphous shape falls through the hatch above and sprawls, almost flat like some kind of thick, black silk cape on the floor. The it rises up, filling out to be the shape of a large caped man, 6'5" if he's an inch. His face is hooded and can't be discerned but simply looking into the gaping maw where a face should be is enough to leave you feeling like your soul is being tugged out through your eyes.

"No Mage keeps me in his basement. I seek not obey."

He turns to Xanxus. "You still disemboweling them the old way I hope?"

Auskan hears nothing that would alert him to the presence of others. The Drow seem to have headed on their way and the denizens of the bar seem to be little keen on following the innkeep into the dark unknown.

Fearghal tilts his black maw of a face towards you. "I came to kill him, no mistake. The Dungeon wants the wizard dead. But I've been stalking him for days. Not many mortal men impress me, but he's got an entire library full of skeleton librarians. You've got to respect that."

"So why do you seek him. I'm not sure I want him dying now I sort of know him. I hope we ain't gonna disagree on this one?"