Hallowed Halls and Shallow Graves
HH&SG: The Union
The night has already fallen. The moon is hign and the clouds look close to rainfall. It begin to drizzle as near by persons take shelter at a tavern and inn called The Empty Palate. Inside everyone stepped and found the air warm and the people merry. With drinks abound and a sense of merriment in the air, no one would ever suspect that a couple of patrons here, were here for a more deadly reason.