A Dark and Stormy Night

[Gunnar Voldemon]

The door to the SoS swings wide with a gust of wind, slamming against the wall.  It rattles there a moment before Gunnar steps through the doorway.  His hand reflexively catches and draws the door shut against the elements.  Rivulets of water run off his fur, dripping onto the hardwood floors of this great establishment.

Lightning flashes in the background and the low rumble of thunder is heard as the Reeve of Gaul moves towards the bar.  He sniffs the air a few times, notes those he can see, and takes a seat.

Shaking off his hood, Gunnar leans across the bar.  "A bottle of the special mead in the back."  He says as he drops a few coins.  He glances around again, eyes falling on Lyrah and Morrigan.  Two of the many people he needs to speak with.

Taking his drink from the barkeep, he stands and heads over to the two ladies of the night.

[Gunnar Voldemon]

After a few brief moments at Morrigans table, Gunnar would return to his seat at the bar. Swiveling himself around on the stool so his eyes are on the front door. Leaning back and using one arm to prop himself up, he thinks back to recent events.

[Gunnar Voldemon]

Gunnar leaves and heads back to the hunt room. After what seems to be a few minutes he then heads over to the war room.