Down the road to the tavern, no five minutes after Ducky left, two figures approached. A blue fox and a black bird, walking... no... going down the sidewalk, not humming a cheerfull tune involving hi-ho or anything stupid like that. As they neared the Tavern they stopped, and turned in unison. A snatch of conversation could be heard from nearby bushes where nothing, sadly, lurked. "I heard the ads too. I know it has historical value. But that is no reason to go there, and loose time off a job. Rogue mages don't hunt themselves, ya'know." "But it won't take much time. I mean, this new job does have a generous time frame. It's not like anyone will capture him before then." "... alright. Lets go in." With that the duo went into the building, and looked around. The first thing that striked them- the damage. The second- the lack of people. The third- the apparent power-outage. "Wow, this place really is history."

Edit- ... Gecko, I still cannot get what you are saying.