"What are you yelling for, Hero?" Clayton answered back. "This sword is not mine. I simply disarmed an undead man."
"And the undead man stabbed you?" The woman asked.
"Oh," He looked down at his chest, and was reminded that there was a big, gaping hole in his armor where Arlene had stabbed him. "Yes indeed I was stabbed, but I'm still standing, am I not? I came here to have a drink, and perhaps leave the sword in the hands of the Inn Keeper. There are no guards here, no sense of security whatsoever, so we have to work with what we got, don't we?"
The Inn Keeper looked at Clayton, his head poking up behind the three unfamiliar faces. He had a strong imprint of confusion on his face.
