Flush with the success of dealing with the Tiefling murders the group decided to celebrate with a drink, and rumor had it that Clenchjaws was having trouble so where better to not only celebrate their victory but also help the wider community in their new role as City saviours.
It wasn’t long into the night before the inkeeper inexplicably fell asleep in the corner. Despite attempts by Erik to wake him from his slumber he still slept on, oblivious to the chaos that was starting to brew in his inn. Tempers flared and before long Terhill and Pellius found themselves facing off against a group of drunk and unruly patrons intent on a fight.
In the midst of the furore Erik heard a high pitched sniggering near the bar and the brief outline of a tiny dragon as he threw beer at the area. Unfortunately before he could investigate further, a great weariness overcame him and he settled down for a nap.
Meanwhile the rest of the party disabled the remainder of the Innfolk before setting about dealing with the invisible creature causing the mayhem. After a bit of negotiation and Erik offering the creature a place to stay the Pseudodragon eventually appeared and introduced himself as Vendalfax. Despite the mischevious nature of the dragon, the silver ravens welcomed him into their company and kept their promise of lodgings, in return Vendalfax assured them that his tricks would be used for their benefit from now on.