[Rob-hin]

As Ambron and Rojin found their way to the Green Griffon, loud noises came from inside. Before Ambron could answer Rojin question, he had already ran of to the inn.

“These youngsters… always in a hurry.”
Ambron kept on walking towards the Green Griffon. As he approached the inn, the sounds became louder and the air got filled with the smell of blood. It made his lost instincts surface, and he noticed he got excited.

“This doesn’t sound like an ordinary bar fight. I wonder what’s going on.”
He stopped at the door and looked inside.
People he had never seen before were fighting. And some of them were very capable indeed; especially a half elf, a dark and somewhat absent person.

Unsure who was wrong and who was right, Ambron decided not to interfere. He blocked the front door to prevent anyone from leaving.

He stood there as the fight seemed to come to an end.