[Bad Karma]

Arvyon wandered up to the inn. Through tired eyes he saw the sign, which read "The Green Griffon." It's as good a place as any, I suppose, he thought wearily.

No sooner had he walked in the door, the innkeep grabbed--an elf by the looks of him-- by the collar and said something that Arvyon didn't catch. The next instant, the positions were reversed, and the innkeep lay on the floor.

This elf obviously thinks he is in some way above courtesy and justice. How wrong he is. Arvyon, however, is unable to do anything about it. He becomes dizzy, his mind swirls, his legs become wobbly, he stumbles to a chair and lays his head on the table. I should have rested in the wild rather than doubling my march. Now I feel powerless to do anything. I must have rest.