[Rob-hin]

"He just left... damn him!”
In the room hung an aura of total silence. Frustrated, Ambron balled his fists and yelled. “How could all of this just happen?”

“Damn…”
The inn was totally wrecked, chairs and tables damaged beyond repair and there was blood everywhere. A feeling of defeat came over Ambron and he felt old and useless.

Slowly he walked around towards the bar. As he walked, he picked up cubs and put tables back on their feet while passing them by.

Leaning on the bar, Ambron suddenly felt very angry.
Without any warning or reason, he gave out a yell and slammed on the bar as hard as he could. He felt better after this.

After he had calmed down a bit, he walked over to the wizard.
“Well well, what should we do with you?” Best leave you to the proper authorities…”
With the words still hanging in the air, Luskan guards walked in through the door.

“Talk about the devil!” Laughed Ambron.
“Hello Ambron, what happened this time old man?”

Old man…

After Ambron explained what had happened, all he wanted was to get out of there as fast as he could.
“You’ll take care of this scumbag?” The guards confirmed by nodding.

With his mind somewhat at ease, Ambron picked up his staff and walked towards the front door.