[Continued from Styx Oarsman - a task given to three brave(?) souls by Rule of Three. Interested parties PM Rule-of-Three to get involved.]
That morning, breakfast was something yellow with streaks of greyish black. It might be eggs with some mixed in spice or flavoring - but whatever it was it tasted very very strongly. Spicy, but definately something one would have to describe as an 'acquired taste'.
There was a richly bitter drink brewing in a pitcher tucked in the ashes of the hearth of last night - that at least was more tolerable, and warming. Dark, with a reddish hint, it tingles on the tongue but provided a surge of energy within moments of drinking.
When the three(presumably) arrived - Rule-of-Three was not there, but at the breakfast table a carefully folded envelope, sealed with wax of red, yellow, and black, was tossed into the center of the table by a sleepy barkeep. Opening it revealed the details for their first task.
The patryn looks around the inn, finding his new home comparitavley cozier, even with the various rather monstrous inhabitants arrayed around it. Seeing that the others have yet to awaken, he is the first to break the seal and read the instructions.