It was dark when the group had finally reached the inn. The travelers were weary from journey and their bodies ached from the miles-long trek through the muddy country-side. The light from the inn glowed bright — a beacon with the promise of food and a warm bed to rest in. They were the furthest they had ever been from home and their journey had only just begun. Before they could enter their long-awaited destination, a cloaked arm shot out from darkness of the alleyway. Shortly after the cloaked figured at the end of the arm appeared in the light completely to block their entrance.
Not all Cardinals who wander are lost, maybe
