Opening the front door, you step inside. There are about ten people inside in small groups. You see 3 dwarves, sitting around a table, empty ale mugs piled around them. At another table you see a group of 4 humans, all dressed in worn, dented armour, their weapons clearly visible. There are another 2 people sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender.

The humans at the table, and the people at the bar, stop talking and turn to look at you as you walk in. The dwarves are too drunk to notice. Walking up to the bar, you see the bartender studying you carefully. He is a large man, in his mid 40's you would guess, still in fairly good shape. There is a large ugly scar running down from above his right eye to his jaw.

"We don't get many travelers here", he says as you get to the bar, "Especially ones who decide to walk through the forest at night. You're either very brave, or very stupid. I guess time will tell which."

He wipes half-heartedly at the bar in front of you, "So, what will it be."

You order a drink, and after he comes back with it you ask, "Is there anywhere around town to rent a room for the night?"He looks at you again before replying, "Ya.. there's an Inn down the street, just past the general store. It has a sign out front with a picture of a Stag on it. You can't miss it."

You thank him for the information and finish your drink. As you get up to leave, he says to you, "If you plan on staying long, you might think of fixing up a place of your own here," a pained look crosses his face, "As I am sure you saw on your way in, there are plenty of places to choose from. For some reason, people don't seem to stay here long. They just disappear." As you walk out the door, you can hear his laughter raggedly, and he calls out, "Welcome to Ravenholdt.. Enjoy your stay," and then laughs even harder.