Following rumors of an old man who claimed to have knowledge of a recently unearthed burial mound, Fenring, Symeon, and Stephan took to the road. After a a hard day of hiking, their destination was in sight, the famous Three Squires Inn. Their mouths already salivating for the sausages and sour beer, and minds full of dreams of the gold and jewels to be found in the tomb unearthed by the old man they were brought up short by the inn’s dark windows. There was no sign of a warm cooking fire. No sign of patrons. No music.