Look, man. I just fell a good 2 stories from riding a dragon. I don't think I lost consicousness, but it would seem I've missed something VERY serious. *props self up against bar* I got a message from a friend telling me to get to... Basically what you'd call the HQ for the marauders. He had found a cache of sorts, and he wanted me to help him find it. I ask around to see if I can leave the empire's walls without pissing you off more than I have for one day, but martial law beat me to it. I look for an inn, I'm swept off my feet by a dragon, land in the center of THAT street *points to a wall*, and now I'm here. So exude me if I'm a little out of it, but I think I deserve an explanation. And some aspirin...