Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39024013-20190828064030

They arrived at Thunderhorn Inn shortly after. The town was more ragged than she excpected, and emptier as well. Agatha was the first to enter, feeing excited for no known reason. For the first two seconds she was in, the Inn was alive with possibly the entire town. Music was playing, people were yelling and talking. Lights danced about the happy, cheerful faces. But when people realized Agatha was inside, the room stopped. Everybody's head was fixed on her, and for a moment she wanted to turn back. That was until Darkheart entered next, and every jaw of the villager's faces dropped and a pandemonium of claps and cheers rose up. "It's The Darkheart!"