{{ I really don't like immediate saves, but you could spend a post walking down that road or however way you travel. I doubt Wiz will get in too much trouble if you spend a post doing what you need to do getting there. }}

{{ Stinger, pincer...meh close I guess. }}

This bug's neck wasn't so easily reached, as it swung its body around and knocked Wiz to the ground at its side. It went on all its legs, towering over the now knocked down Yordle as the hum from the small mouth under its eyes grew louder and louder, finding a new food that had killed its fellow hivelings. Pixie, the only one not quite injured could sense the approach of others, what was two coming from the other directions was now four...maybe five insects coming. The reinforcements came from the farmhouse judging by the buzzing noises, but this situation wasn't looking good! The bug in front of Wiz opened its maw wide, and was ready to snap down on the little yordle!

The lightning surged through the lunging bug which recoiled in agony before falling backwards, dead and fried. After its death, Wiz could finally pick up his senses and know that multiple bugs were about to convene on his location, from the direction of the farmhouse. With under a moment, Wiz had many options, but what would he choose?

Gragas Esquire walks in the inn, not even close to being drunk like his manly son, Graggy, and he is carrying a big box labelled 'Dreadcask Delivery Package' in place of his usual barrel. He comes in, and goes over to the counter and tell them:

''ey, 'ow's it goin'? I got somethin' t'deliver fer the inn. 50 bottles o' white wine with a bar o' chocolate.' he says, and then he pulls out a bar of Graggy chocolate from his pocket. 'That'll be...' he rubs his chin, and then looks at how much a bottle of young wine costs. '...500 gold coins, and... 2 more for the chocolate bar.' He settles the big box on the counter.

Klava leans forward smiling heartily as Gragas Esquire came with the Package of wine. They were running a bit low, and new patrons have been craving Wine as of late, an odd selection considering where they were but nevertheless like a good innkeeper Klava obliged them.

"Ah good, was thinkin' bout placin another order, but you made it out 'ere. Doing better now friend."

Klava says going under the counter, Gragas could hear the sounds of locks opening and squeaks of metal against metal, like multiple doors opening. Suddenly the sound of coins was heard as Klava came up with a huge bag of gold in one hand, about the size of a small cask. The problem was the counting of coins would take a bit-

"So, take it the walk wasn't so bad? Just had a storm ya know." Klava says as he splits coins.

Klava looked at the machine and shrugged as he began putting in coins, the counter began going up a couple dozen for every time he poured coins in with a handful-

"Neat little thing, yea, we got a rather rough storm that lasted the evening into the night, stopped about an hour ago I reckon. The fire over there helps out though."

The fireplace nearby was ablaze, lit by the Innkeeper whom had just put in some logs. The orange red light illuminated the lobby and bar, and most patrons typically sat close to it save a few whom wished to remain in the dark, for matters Klava didn't care for. Regardless, as Klava put coins in, a drunk patron came over from the fire and looked at the box of wine-

"Ah, ha..haha...Klavaaaa. You old goat got us some of the good stuff."

The drunk's head was wobbling back and forth as Klava gave him a harsh stare. Klava's eye narrowed as the drunk sat down right next to Gragas-

"Ya, ya look like a big guy with a big stomach, you were prob...probably temptated ta drink the whole box right?"

The drunk stuttered his statement to Gragas in a rude inquiry.