As the moons last beams of light disappeared behind the dark trees which loomed over the Shady Corner, Atasatch drew his hood and walked into the tavern. As the wooden doors came open Atasatch was hit with the smell of ale. As he sat down his coat caught on a loose board beneath the bench he was sitting upon. "Acursed construction" He muttered under his breath. He took a slow swig of ale and set the mug on the table, starring blankly into the darkness beyond the wooden door frame.