Jasmine hears no response to her banging on the front door. The house is eerily silent in response before there is creaking of some ancient timber settling further in place. Pickles sat on her hind haunches looking back between Jasmine and the door before turning her head quickly to the side and with a snarl she takes off running to the left and around the corner of the house.

Varnya notices a fellow dwarf approaching quickly from behind. The male was clothed in leather armor and had an axe at his hip and crossbow peaking out from behind his back.

Both dwarves heard the slam of a tavern door and a slurring of Reikspiel. Repent for the Lord Sigmar sheesh all! they see a man with a tattered cloak preaching back at the tavern door closed and barred against him.

Unfortunately The Notched Hatchet Tavern was the only Inn in this small place and it seemed to have had barred its doors for the night after pushing out the riff-raff.