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*Dallid, Drake, and Annika emerge from the woods near the firepit. Dallid stops up short and looks around*

This should not be here, but here it is. This is Haven, though not the Haven we left. So much the same - so much different.

Perhaps what we see results from aftershocks of the cataclysm, or perhaps we experience a new anomoly.

Donnovan made no mention of such changes when he returned through the tear, thus I imagine this is a recent development.

*Ug walks up to Dallid.*

Yousa dun gun krazie?

Perhaps.

I see the Inn. I see the firepit. I see the trees, grass, and rocks. I see the road and the rolling of the land. In singular focus, all are unchanged. When taken as a whole, much is not as it was to my memory.

When standing by the fire, I recall a different side of the Inn visible. Also, I do not think I should hear the babbling of a brook from my present location.

As Dallid and Ug talk, a singularly frightening event occurs--the inn starts to expand slowly toward them.

*Dallid archs an eyebrow*

Apparently these changes are not only recent, but still ongoing.

*He looks to Ug*

I imagine people are inside.

*Ug nods, and Dallid runs up toward the new porch area and through the entrance, now composed of broad double doors.*

*Vir-Drake stands with Annika out by the new firepit, trying to explain the where-abouts of things around Haven*

"Now over here is Atrums' beloved Inn."

*Vir-Drake just noticing the newly placed firepit*

"Well this wasn't here last time. And now it seems as if the Inn is getting bigger? I think something is wrong."

*Vir-Drake takes up position to protect Annika. Vir-Drake and Annika follow Dallid into the Inn*