[Witch_Queen]

Jon rode up to the inn, his brown hair almost drenched from the rain. Taking his horse to the stables, Jon noticed all the cheer he could hear coming from inside the little building. He pulled the hood to his cloak over his head attempting to keep his identity hidden for the time being. He placed his hand on the horses mane before turning to head inside. "I'll be back in a moment. Stay here and don't run off." Jon could feel that the horse wasn't sure if he could trust the look of the inn. Everything seemed so cheerful and yet at the same time it was as if a darkness was hanging over the inn.

Walking to the front door of the inn, Jon could sense an undying happiness on the other side of the door. Scratching his short beard Jon decided to go on inside and see what the place was like. Raising his left hand he proceeded to open the door only after he hesitated for a minute. Opening the door Jon's brown eyes began scanning the room. No one look the least bit familar. He pulled his cloak tighter around his body and the hood over his eyes. The smell of pipe weed filled the air almost causing Jon to begin coughing. He hadn't been around the scent of pipe weed in many years.