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White walls that would have gleamed in the sunlight, and light wood used on the doors, windows, and roofs. All of the windows he passed were shuttered, most only showing darkness through the cracks, but a few were ringed light escaping through the gaps along the edges. The moonlight, and it's reflection off of the damp cobblestones was enough to guide him down the road.

After a while the road began to curve to the right and eventually he noted, glancing back over his shoulder, he could no longer see the wall that surrounded the village. He continues to make his way along and the road made a sudden and hard turn to the left. Once the turn was completed he saw The Crow's Nest. Or what, from this distance, he assumed to be The Crow's Nest.

Yellow light and the sound of merriment spilled out of an open door in one of the larger white buildings. As he drew closer he could see the occasional shadow pass on the inside of the door way, and he was able to make out the sign that hung above the open door. An obviously drunken woman, shamefully over endowed, was in the crow's nest of a ship, and leaning forward, towards the viewer. The word's below the image read: Crow's Nest in cracked lettering painted read.

He made his way towards the inn and then stepped through the threshold and inside. He stood there for a moment, blinking away the sudden change in light. After his eyes had adjusted, and after narrowly missing a serving woman carrying a tray full of empty glasses he surveyed the room. A room which appeared to me much larger than the outside of the building had led him to believe. It was quite full of people talking, singing, and for the most part drinking.