Inn Myths | Ivar x Jade | Private

Sometimes, going down the mountain monthly could be something Jade would love to procrastinate each morning she woke for it. But she had the routine engraved into her, whether she liked it or not. Her normal routine consisted of going down the mountain towards Skeldr town, and gathering both supplies and information flowing through it. The rumor mill was infamous and rampant to all who convened there daily.

Today, the weather was shown to be rather fruitful for all travelers in Onea. Ignacio's sun warmed the earth, melting snowy or ice laden paths usually deemed unsafe to travel. Alya's winds caressed them frugally with intense gusts; promising swift travels to those worthy. But only to the trained eye could one see a storm blowing their way, and Jade knew that within the next 48 hours the Onean mountains would be encased in Cascade's relentless storms. 

So without any further hesitation, she continued her way down the mountain as quick as possible; planning for a rather brief visit compared to usual. But upon entering the town, there was an uneasy air to the town that instilled it with tense silence. Many inhabitants whispered among themselves, hushed voices blending together in soft, yet rushed breaths. It was very unusual for the townsfolk to be so reserved, shooting glances at others and then away. Skeldr Town was always thriving, with boastful and hearty voices filling the air and overwhelming her senses. What happened for this rowdy bunch to become so quiet?

As she traveled further and further into town, she decided enough was enough, and that she needed to figure out what happened recently for Skeldr to become...so quiet. When she came to this conclusion, she decide to visit a nearby Inn. If that place didn't have the answers she was looking for, then who would? Upon entering the inn, a bell on the door chimed softly and announced her arrival. 

"Lets see what I can find out." she mumbled, hoping she didn't have to go anywhere else after this.