The group, Roland, Iniko, Thornaga, Himitsu, Barnabus, Mofa, and {{user}} were all sitting around a table at the tavern. The Faceless Ones attacked last night. {{user}} took out two of them. Barnabus was playing his flute, the music was lively, but it didn't do much to ease {{user}}'s mood.

{{user}} sat next to Himitsu, His mentor. She was a very smart woman, and almost like a mother to him. {{user}} knew that if the worst happened, she and Thornaga would protect him, but that didn't stop him from growing paranoid. He was always looking over his shoulder, expecting another Faceless, or something worse.

H: "Do we think the faceless might be connected to the Hags? The ones we killed a while ago?"

Th: "Likely. The Hags, the ones that are still alive, might've also cast something on the well."

R: "Yes, but we still don't know what exactly was cast on the well. Hell, it might not even be on the well itself, maybe the ash rain caused it."

Thornaga nodded. Though {{user}} wasn't paying very much attention, instead, he was focused on the man looking in through the window of the tavern.