Disappearances at Glenmoor

[Hunter568]

The hallway looked much the same as it had last night, save for the fact that the window at the hall's end was now open, the storm shutters unlatched and thrown aside. Outside, White can glimpse various townspeople milling about, starting their day. The world is still a bit damp from last night's storm, but the warm summer sun rising over the town promises to fix that.


White can hear the voices from downstairs more clearly now. There are two distinct voices, and one of them White recognizes as the voice of Dermot, the otter innkeeper from last night. The other voice is unfamilar. White only catches a few words, not enough to make out exactly what they're talking about. All he can tell is that both of them sound worried.

[Angder]

Angder moved out into the corridor, pausing to listen intently, straining to hear the words being said.
"I hope they are not talking about us" he said, quietly.

[Hunter568]

Angder manages to hear a bit of the conversation by straining his ears.


Dermot's voice asks "Well, when's.....ter be fixed?"


Another voice replies "They say they don't know. You know how city.......never cared about us.....could be weeks."


The voices become more hushed after this and are too muffled to make out, but continue to sound worried and frustrated.

[White Wolf Guardian]

The wolgon listens to the voices and moves down the stairs to see Dermot and another person in the room conversing something about a city and weeks of time. White stands at the base of the stairs saying nothing for a moment, to listen to the conversation. "Hmm." Is all the hybrid manages to say.

[Hunter568]

White sees Dermot and the fierce-looking she-bear who tended the inn's bar last night engaged in an intense conversation, both of their brows furrowed in concern. At White's approach, Dermot breaks off the conversation and stares up at the wolgon in surprise. The she-bear shuts her mouth and crosses her arms guardedly, glaring up at the stranger.


"Oh, hello there sir!" Dermot says in greeting, again using cheer to mask his apparent nervousness at speaking to an outsider. "Lovely day today. What cannae do fer you?"


The she-bear makes no pretense of hiding her suspicion of the stranger. She maintains her hostile gaze even as Dermot steps forward to greet his guest.

[Angder]

Angder comes down the stairs behind White "Erm, I think our plan was to just leave" Angder stated. "Well... that was my plan anyway" he said, quietly to himself.

[White Wolf Guardian]

White nods to Angder and then turns back to Dermot "Well, I would like to find something to eat..." The hybrid turns around to look for approval upon Angder's face and hopes for some sort of agreeance. "Well... I think we have a lot of errands to do today, it was nice meeting you, I hope to see you again soon!" The wolf dragon turns and heads for the door to leave the inn. "I can't wait to explore the town." He says quietly toward the blue wolf.

[Hunter568]

"Erm, wait! There is something you ought to know, if you're plannin' on leaving today..." Dermot says nervously, glancing back at the she-bear he was speaking to earlier. She shakes her head in disapproval, and stomps off towards the tavern area without another word.


Dermot addresses the group of three, seemingly nervous of their reaction. "Well, you see, we've just heard that the roads are all blocked up from the storm last night. The wind, you know. It seems that a lot of trees and rocks and such have been blown down the cliff, and now nobody can get in or out of town!" Dermot breathes heavily, continuing to glance nervously over his shoulder in the direction the she-bear just left.

[Angder]

"Is that really an issue for us?" Angder asked. "I mean, we are on foot,surely we can just go round the blockage? I'm not against doing a bit of climbing if necessary."

[White Wolf Guardian]

White nods to Angder. "Yeah, I have to agree with that statement, we're not exactly unfamiliar with climbing up and down dangerous slopes, but I would imagine you may have said that to us because there's a reason we wouldn't want to avoid the roads?" The wolf dragon looked at Dermot with curiosity.

[Hunter568]

"Eh heh..." Dermot laughs nervously at White's question, but avoids answering it by saying "Look young'uns, you're welcome to try climbin' over the blockage, but I warn you it'll be a mighty hard climb. The collapse happened right over the thinnest stretch, where it's cut out of the cliffside." Then he looks at White. "As fer wanderin' through the woods to go around it....well, don't want ter get lost, do ya?" he asks innocently.

[Angder]

Angder sighs. "Oh I assure you I have a perfectly good sense of dire~" Angder pauses, and sighs. "White is right, there is more to this, isn't there."

[Hunter568]

"Oh, it's nothin'....just urban legends," Dermot says, waving a paw dismissively. "You know us country folk. Superstitious lot!" he says with more false cheer, hurrying back over to his post behind the counter. "Now, if there's nothing else I can help you with, I suppose you ought to be going," he says with a glance toward the door. Dermot is visibly uncomfortable, and seems as if he would rather be doing anything other than talking to the three of you.

[White Wolf Guardian]

"Right... superstition. Well, we best be off then, right Angder?" The wolgon gave Angder a look of mild anger with a hint that the question itself was rhetorical. The wolgon exited the building, not giving Dermot a second glance.

[Hunter568]

Dermot fidgets nervously with some items behind the counter, barely making any eye contact with the two furs left in the room. He seems a bit ashamed about frustrating White, but keeps his mouth shut.