Laughter of commerce and the banter of old friend reuinted echoed thoroughly throughout the halls of the Swaggers inn, the weeks worries washing away, reimbursed with the washing in of ale and other vesperian consumables.
The night was filled with new entertainment of different sorts, the new girl Lucy showing an adept skill of amazing customers with her tarrot reading, running onto the game of rather advanced truth of dare, the customers rather shocked at the prospect of jumping off buildings...
The evening was quiet otherwise, a soft sigh of the breeze flowing through the barriacdes set up by the Vesperian militia, curiously all men on high alert, rumours had echoed, the militia was massing..
Lies, filthy lies, minutes, hours went by the entertainment proceeding, the militia getting restless tables and ales were brought out.
Hooves, cantering, soft beatings of drums.
Death.. 
The shrill cries of the wounded and dying followed, the storm quicking as rain poured down on the burning building... 