Suddenly the main door swings open and a hush sweeps across the bar. You look toward the entrance and see a cloaked figure wielding a raven-headed staff as he enters the inn. Cups and utensils clatter as patrons abandon their tables and quickly exit the common room. Bram cleans the glass he is holding even more vigorously, trying to conceal his nervous hands.

"What is a Watcher doing here?" Graycane whispers as he turns his head away in deference.

There is little in this world that would warrant the presence of a Watcher in your establishment. They rarely leave The Raven Spire or the King's side.

Looking through the open door, you also see a pair of glowing eyes, taller than any normal human, smoldering in the rainy night behind the cloaked figure. You are no stranger to the stories of the automatons who stand guard at the gates of The Raven Spire, their massive bulk given life by unknown powers.

Never before have you seen an Iron Golem close up, until this moment.