"Eh... there wasn't too much commotion really that day. I heard a few noises, saw a few sights.. but nothin' to tip a scab like me off to the whereabouts to no evil men er' nothin.. Nah, I'd be like the folks 'round here who'd say the same. When the action started, we hid under our beds, know what I'm sayin'?" the innkeeper replied in an accent that could only be grown by living in the big cities. I gave him a eye of slight disdain, tipping him off that I wouldn't believe that he was telling me everything he knew, and he immediately seemed offended. But before he could tell me how offended he was, I started, "Ah, I see. Well I'll be going to look somewhere else then. Thank you for your time, sir." Upon hearing this, the man suddenly showed disappointment, almost like I had ruined his fun. I knew it. He wanted me to beg for his information, because I guarantee he didn't get enough attention in this gods-forsaken frozen wasteland.
I turned to walk away, and he stopped me, "Hey wa-wa-wait, mister! I swear I didn't see nothin'.. only if you account nothin' as a huge fuckin' door shootin' up outta the ground like a daisy in Spring! The thing was massive! Everything here and there catching on fire and what not, I just thought it'd be best to keep my mouth shut.. wouldn't wanna end up like Old Lady Gibson outside in the back alley, would I? No, I says. She took a glimpse at the guy who summoned that monster, and she lost her marbles, shakin' with fear!" He spit it all out in one breath, not stopping for anything. I had my next clue. "Where is this.. Gibson woman?" I would say in a bored tone from under my mask. "She's out back, just leave out that door and take a 'mediate left down that alley, see?" I nodded in thanks and left the inn.
"Quoth the Raven..